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toohda band$ - in the name of ree lyrics

[intro]
(oh, yo b+tch was on this one)

[verse 1: toohda bands]
sh+t crazy, they running to the ‘gram with the beef
they’re snitching, n+gga, bring your ass to the street
we been surfing all day in that— four deep
three glocks, one a, hit they block, we finna creep
n+gga, i been sleepwalking
n+gga, that’s the juice talking
catch a n+gga broad day, pop the door, white chalk him
ice cold stunner on these n+ggas, steve austin
get your b+tch out my dm, oh my god, she stalking
how the f+ck you getting pape’ with no whip? bruh, you walking
we hooping with whoever, get to shooting like we boston
that twenty+one touched a n+gga face before i tossed it
ain’t no lean in the city ’cause we bought it
slime a n+gga out, that’s in the name of ree
if you ain’t snaking n+ggas out, then you ain’t safe with me
my brother tell me not to leave unless that k with me
n+gga even put a finger on me, they gon’ paint the east
i’m gettin’ money on these n+ggas, they can’t take it
real to the core, on my mama, couldn’t fake it
you cuffin’ on that b+tch, bruh, we treat her like she basic
i’m racing to the money, need it now, i’m impatient
i smoke exotic weed to my face, lookin’ asian
we find out where these n+ggas at, we gon’ blaze it
i just got a drummy for the k, that’s amazing
leaving n+ggas flat on the ground like they planking
n+ggas tryna run off with my sauce like they plankton
i ain’t worried ’bout no n+ggas, i could tell when you faking
so much money in this bag, b+tch thinking that i’m banking
a n+gga play with me and i’ma leave a n+gga stinking
[verse 2: lil steve]
n+gga play with me and i’ma leave a n+gga stinking
slime a n+gga out, that’s for ree, we come through spraying
chopper sh+lls hot, that’s why your mans left you hanging
h+lla poles when we come, they already know to let the gang in
cut some n+ggas off, can’t f+ck with ’em, on that strange sh+t
rolly came with diamonds, i might go and grab a plain b+tch
sliming n+ggas out, that’s for ree, we on that same sh+t
pop him in his sh+t for lil’ keev, gon’ get your brain split
ninth grade, slidin’ in the moppy, i had your main b+tch
why you keep posting throwbacks? you n+ggas ancient
nah, n+gga, you can’t get the ho back, stop complaining
we been tryna hit n+ggas block and start painting

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