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trickery gang lulu - 4th of july lyrics

[intro: trickery gang lulu]
yeah
black isis
independent organization
f forty-five
yeah
yeah

[chorus: trickery gang lulu]
i’m in my bag now, ain’t f-ckin’ ’round with no mad b-tches
i’m in my bag now, ain’t f-ckin’ ’round with no bum n-ggas
should’ve seen how that drum hit him
shh, be quiet, i’m numb n-gga
got a squad full of dumb n-ggas
they murder for fun n-gga
shh, be quiet, it’s murder for hire
shh, be quiet, it’s murder for hire
my lil n-ggas’ll fourth of july you
my lil n-ggas’ll fourth of july you
shh, be quiet, it’s murder for hire
shh, be quiet, it’s murder for hire
my lil n-ggas’ll fourth of july you
my lil n-ggas’ll fourth of july you

[verse 1: trickery gang lulu]
you already know how i’m comin’
i made a hundred two times
you already know how i’m comin’
i like to read through lines
i be dissecting through lies
these n-ggas switched up a few times
i had to go to whoops off
my lil b-tch burnt me two times
i had to p-ss that sh-t off
a couple of hoes got caught
sh-t, it wasn’t my fault
i got them racks in the vault
i had to shake that sh-t off
you know that them murders gon’ cost
i had to pay for my freedom
i’m tryna outsmart my demons
these n-ggas know that i’m the reaper
that stick chop ’em up in some pieces
i gotta do it, i’m tryna provide for my people
i ain’t influenced, i got this stick for a reason
automatic fire, yeah, i swear this b-tch here be squeezin’

[verse 2: snap bell]
my lil n-ggas’ll fourth of july you
your body gets shaked like maliya
for molly, my n-ggas’ll ride you
for molly, it’s murder for hire
get booted up with a rifle
’cause we ain’t study no bible
don’t blend with these rappers, they lions
off dola, i built this empire
these lil n-ggas address me as sire
i’m these n-ggas’ messiah
strikin’ you out like i’m [?]
i’m stealin’ the base like a batter
givin’ these f-ck n-ggas asthma
yoppers, they makin’ ’em scatter
make over your face, wanna splatter
too late for you n-ggas to catch up
punish these n-ggas, frank castle
chill, chill with the chatter
these f-ck n-ggas’ lives don’t matter
keep them outside in like phantoms
drug-related or random
catch ’em in traffic and stamp ’em
my pistol only wear magnums
so you know that the glock is a thirty, the clip is a curry

- trickery gang lulu lyrics

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