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troy mobbz - whole lot lyrics

whole lot lyrics
[intro]
yeah
five five five
ayo kutoff

[verse]
n+ggas claimin’ bodies but they never shot before
i be around the k!llers that just shoot sh+t, make you drop to the floor
i be doin’ my own thang, i don’t care about the opps no mo’
i got ptsd, i don’t even shop in stores no mo’
this a h+llcat, and this sh+t go real fast
i don’t talk to no cops, they pull me over i do the dash
you the type of n+gga to buy a lambo off the lot and just crash
i cook up all my beef, i got no leftovers, i make sure it don’t last
oh this sh+t funny right, ‘til a n+gga die
you the type of n+gga see your n+gga die and never slide
i don’t care ‘bout nonе of the opps, i always be outside
thеy can’t say sh+t about sh+t, i’m outside while they hide
the only time you’ll ever see a n+gga slide is when he high
he likes to get high, well i’ma put high in the sky
i don’t show no mercy, i cut cuhs face off, call me dexter morgan
you don’t wanna see the k!llers pull up on you in the mornin’
fall asleep behind the wheel is something i could never do
that n+gga is a punk, i spot it as soon as he walk in the room
we shootin’ out windows and we shootin’ straight out the sunroof
we got drums on our guns, and we blow them n+ggas like a flute
she’s a triflin’ girl man, i could never wife her
i want all the smoke n+gga, don go pass me a lighter
all my n+ggas suspects, they never gon’ be victims
head shot, body drop, them n+ggas gon’ miss him
i been sayin’ “free gully” so much, i might just get that sh+t tatted
i been talkin’‘bout a car so much, i might just get that sh+t matted black
spinnin’ back, where you at?
on gang n+ggas dyin’ that’s a fact
strikin’ n+ggas out, barry bonds just give me a bat
n+ggas they be hidin’, go put money on his head
my favourite colour navy blue, but i see a whole lot of red
he was wearin’ cartier’s, that’s the reason that he dead
rob his shoes, take his chain, he don’t need ‘cause he dead
we go do a hit, and shoot at four other n+ggas just for fun
he does track, and field, good, ‘cause this switch the type to make you run
we got trap money, that’s how we pay for all the bond
don’t get caught, but if you do, you better play it like you dumb

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