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vonoff1700, polo g & g herbo - dead niggas lyrics

[intro: vonoff1700]
what ’bout the opps? they a whole bunch of dead n+ggas
pull up, bounce out, i be aimin’ at every n+gga
same glock, chop, he got hit in the head with it
i can tell how he shootin’, the lil’ n+gga scared with it
link with an opp b+tch, got my gun in the bed with it (thank you, timmy boy)
you hang with the opps, you gon’ die, just bare with me (alright, come on)
beat up his ride, backend was right there with me
he think with his d+ck, now he duckin’ a 10 milli’ (sh+t)

[chorus: vonoff1700]
what ’bout the opps? they a whole bunch of dead n+ggas
pull up, bounce out, i be aimin’ at every n+gga (come here, come here)
this the same glock, chopper, got hit in the head with it (sh+t)
i can tell how he shootin’, the lil’ n+gga scared with it (your scary ass)
link with an opp b+tch, got my gun in the bed with it (big+ass glock)
you hang with the opps, you gon’ die, just bare with me (just wait on him)
beat up his ride, backend was right there with me (you know that)
he think with his d+ck, now he duckin’ a 10 milli’ (his dumb ass)

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
disrespect us and this sh+t gon’ get ugly
i stay with my mask, it’ll go up in public
ten ain’t enough, tell them n+ggas to duck (his dead ass)
caught his ass tryna eat at mcdonalds, we lovin’ it (lovin’ it)
we just f+ck, get out, no cuddlin’ (you know that)
brr, bah, bah, the switch keep stutterin’ (grrah)
get a check, f+ck it off, on my brother (on my brother)
pull up and start shootin’, don’t do no reb+ttal (you know that)
look at me, shorty, black, i made it (i made it)
when i die, i’m alone, so n0body save me (n0body save)
yeah, one of my own, this ain’t how she raised me (dang)
run up some m’s and go have me a baby (a baby, you know that)
i’m really f+cked up, i don’t gotta play crazy (i don’t)
pull up, leave him slumped like the n+gga was lazy (dumbass)
off the four, the tris got me faded (n+gga, i’m gone)
young and dumb, i’ll shoot at the navy (brr, bah)
[chorus: vonoff1700 & polo g]
what ’bout the opps? they a whole bunch of dead n+ggas
pull up, bounce out, i be aimin’ at every n+gga (come here, come here)
this the same glock, chopper, got hit in the head with it (sh+t)
i can tell how he shootin’, the lil’ n+gga scared with it (your scary ass)
link with an opp b+tch, got my gun in the bed with it (gang, big+ass glock)
you hang with the opps, you gon’ die, just bare with me (gang, just wait on him)
beat up his ride, backend was right there with me (you know that)
he think with his d+ck, now he duckin’ a 10 milli’ (gang, his dumb ass)

[verse 2: polo g & g herbo]
now the hoes steady yellin’ out, “drench ’em”
with them switches and glocks, it’s no limit
if my shooter keep missin’, i bench him
but he walk sh+t down, he gon’ finish
lil’ bro too hot, he don’t listen
he’ll probably end up with your pendant
we could go flip blocks in your trenches
bought a brand new hot to go spin in
chain say 1+3, then you know it’s us
copped a brand new b, now we rollin’ up
his og say we bogus for dissin’
guess the ho ain’t see when he was trollin’ us
gang sh+t i promote ’cause i’m with it
i ain’t pushin’ no peace, we gon’ blow or what?
he just playin’ that role for an image
we the type to come see since you wanna bluff
he the type merch on the guys, i know that he lyin’, they weren’t even close when he died
ridin’ with .40s and dracs, stopped blowin’ them 9 ’cause we didn’t score, he survived
i told my lil’ k!ller, “go get up closer this time,” as soon as i coach him, he slide
set up a b+tch with him when them scores outside, we gon’ get the lo’ if he hide, gang (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[verse 3: g herbo]
whenever it’s war time, we never hide
been rappin’ a decade, i never lied (at all)
went on my first mission, i clapped, trap his ass twelve more times, but he survived (d+mn)
we come and slide, we hear they outside, i had a bang+out where i reside (fah)
i used to hang out with all the k!llers, i love to shoot and i know how to drive
i wear my hat to the left, but when sh+t in the hood went left, i was droppin’ the 5
whistle go off, no ref and my back against the wall, no help and i had to decide
could i get rich of rap? waist+deep, goin’ viral on apps and i wasn’t even tryin’
i stacked up bodies on all the straps, we was swappin’ ’em out with whoever we find
one of the opps got whacked on live and his guys had the nerve to get back online
i know a n+gga in a wheelchair cryin’ ’cause we put a hollow point right in his spine (bah)
i’ll blow two hundred k on a pendant to go to the trenches and post up shinin’
and my clique know all the sticks and micro dracs and switches they get on cosignin’, swerv (grr)

[outro]
if you ain’t got no monyun, we can’t do doneyun
if you ain’t got no monyun, you can’t even have funyun

- vonoff1700 polo g g herbo lyrics

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