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truly g & shooter philly tyraq - suck my dick lyrics

[intro: truly g]
yo, f+ck these n+ggas, we on some real sh+t, you know?
(yeah, you know how we rockin’, right?)

[verse 1: truly g]
f+ck my opps alive and f+ck the ones that laid down in the dirt (f+ck ’em)
you mention my name, now i’m on your ass, got me feelin’ berserk (y’all done f+cked up)
time to call some names, let’s keep it g, no time for the cops (shh)
hmm, they say we can’t chill at the block (what?)
last time your homie got caught, he was layin’ down right by the shop (dumb+ass n+gga)
heard that fat n+gga got hit, thought we wouldn’t know, but we on top (phew, phew)
jv panicked when they popped up on him, couldn’t even lock his door (grrah, grrah)
who the f+ck is lil steve? that n+gga a joke (who the f+ck?)
tell him pull up to the block right now, we got the tools and we ain’t broke (come on)
we been chasin’ tyty for days, caught him and his crew, now they choke (phew, phew, you know that)
n+ggas wanna chat on safe blocks, but they know we ain’t no joke (soft+ass n+gga)
word on the street, did that interview, now i’m on his throat (lame+ass n+gga)
catch him slippin’ in the streets, ain’t no love, we still gon’ score (f+ck 12)
i know an opp lost his pops, hit ’em like eighty times, still ain’t roar (you know that)
mont mont got hit in the leg, crashed that whip, you know he’s sore (crash dummy+ass n+gga)
pull up to the ‘raq right now, we gon’ get it lit (you know that)
billy and swagg mad ‘cause i don’t want to collab, i might slap the sh+t out billy (on foenem)
swagg, you a b+tch, partyin’ with diddy, that sh+t silly (old gay+ass n+gga)
said everybody who dissed duck got smoked, but his k!llers still livin’ (old b+tch+ass n+gga)
let ‘em roam ‘til they hit the pen, that’s the game, i’m just spittin’ (no disrespect)
n+ggas in ‘zona, hidin’ in vegas, bring your soft ass back to the trenches (stop hidin’)
tough on camera, but ain’t catch a body for they n+ggas (soft+ass n+gga)
n+ggas on youtube actin’ tough (the f+ck?), uh, yella’s out here snitchin’
they ain’t even been to the ‘raq, tell ‘em drop the low, i’ll pull up blitzin’ (grrah)
ain’t from 63rd, but 73rd, yella just wanted attention (the f+ck?)
soon as we hung up, he ran to the vlog, these old heads be trippin’ (old+ass n+gga)
hmm, alright, uh, we the reason opps throw up a v (you know that)
put an opp in the dirt, then spit on his grave, right back on the spree (b+tch)
ever seen a rich n+gga pull off in a whip, jump out, it’s a spree? (grrah)
semi sick, in the hospital, can’t handle the heat (old sick+ass n+gga)
alright, uh, broke+ass n+ggas ain’t talkin’ ‘bout sh+t (you know that)
always truly this and truly that, get off my d+ck
bro and boogs got hit, but not by opps, still made sure somethin’ got zipped (they know what happened)
n+ggas was chillin’ on that block, if we got that low, it would’ve been lit (grrah, grrah)
recordin’ the day, upload when they gone, that’s some scary sh+t (the f+ck?)
catch a n+gga ridin’ on the e+way, do him like ricky, we don’t miss (pew+pew)
ten different n+ggas got hit when we spun, that’s how they catch the blitz (shh)
thought twan was gone at westside foods, played dead like a possum did (that n+gga played dead)
caught lil tae in the whip, he sped off, couldn’t handle the biz (yoom)
jb slow as h+ll, we don’t give a f+ck, we still gon’ smoke his ass (old slow+ass n+gga)
lil tre made it out that day, shots fired, they was quick to dash (pew+pew)
came in with pipes, but only two ran, where the f+ck is the cash? (made him use his feet)
ain’t gettin’ off first, ain’t hit back, they couldn’t even box me in (you know that)
felt the drill was sloppy, spun back and blew at they ass again (pew, pew, pew+pew+pew+pew)
lil tae blowin’ the drac’, i’m workin’ the arp, should’ve grabbed the fn (pew, pew, pew+pew)
why argue with the opps? lil yai told me they just be fans (on foenem)
huh, alright, uh, if a n+gga try to run, we gon’ do him like ricky (uh+huh)
me, opp, and 50 spinnin’ the block right now, tryna catch us a risky (grrah)
50 jump out with fifty, i jump out with sixty, big opp jump out with switchy (phew+phew)
before we hit the drill, pick up kyro, rollin’ with 150 (kyro, what you on, drench?)
alright, uh, these n+ggas tryna hit where it hurt (okay)
billy say he smokin’ tink (the f+ck?), but don’t even know him, we gon’ flame up jerk
your b+tch ass don’t do sh+t but diss every time your friends in the he+rs+ (n+gga, you better go spin)
i’m rich as f+ck, i’ll drop a dub on you and get you murked (you know that)
[bridge: truly g & shooter philly tyraq]
yo, what’s the word, broski?
long live my brother, he probably caught your b+tch+ass brother too
go

[verse 2: shooter philly tyraq]
let’s go, these n+ggas ain’t did no k!llin’
i’m nineteen, stacked up, i don’t give a f+ck about rap, i’m still out spinnin’
bloodhound called, said he tryna roll, we can hit downtown, last two got lifted
speaking of rides, that b+tch+ass n+gga got caught slippin’, looked up, he sh+tted
jv went down at the store, draco shots had him trippin’
spinnin’ the 5 with tru, he tryna bounce out broad day, we keep on flippin’
kobe and tata nice as h+ll, every time they seen me, they was friendly
8tre say we ain’t on them, these n+ggas be soft, forgot ‘bout clifton
i ain’t a regular rapper, ask about me, they know i’m on a mission
f+ck tj, he was trollin’ online, now he dead, stopped a snake from hissing
i know dre mad as h+ll, his b+tch+ass brother ain’t out here spinnin’
ridin’ for his gang, got left in an uber, smoke tre tre, hit harder than tooka
i don’t give a f+ck if it’s kids in the whip, get caught, i’m clappin’, go ask dooda
when i pull up, i want no goofies, but i’ll take whatever, f+ck mooka
67th the new 63rd, i clap ears together, f+ck what you heard
if tae want you gone, then you goin’ in the dirt
ridin’ three deep, just me, jeff, and swerv, go

[outro: shooter philly tyraq]
long live my brother, he probably caught your b+tch+ass brother
f+ck the opps crazy
f+ck all my opps and f+ck all screwly opps
matter of fact, we got the same opps, f+ck ’em

- truly g shooter philly tyraq lyrics

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