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why g - screen lyrics

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[intro: tallup twin]
uh, that boy cappin’
look, uh, look
all in his caption, that boy cappin’
i’m ’bout action
ayy, wlatt, gang

[chorus: tallup twin]
look
it’s all in his caption, that boy cappin’
know about us, man, they don’t want action
know that we shoot sh+t, don’t do stabbin’
hop on your block then came back laughing
uh, you trying too hard but we do this with ease
don’t care what you throw up, we throw up the threes
it’s a whole lotta bricks, it’s a whole lotta p’s
wipe that boy nose like he had to go sneeze
forty+four+hunnid, i keep it a g
thirty+five with me, i shoot like curry
shoutout bro thirty, you know that’s my team
bro got a glock, that sh+t came with a beam
if they pull up we gon’ let that sh+t ring
my life a movie, can’t put it on a screen
you can’t hang with us ’cause you not a demon

[verse 1: why g]
you a lil’ boy, man, you get a beatin’
you ain’t k!ll n0body, you don’t know the feelin’
he [?] on the stove, his top is steamin’
snake on my neck, say my name, gotta eat ’em
ten+shot regular clip, i’m decent
make a [?] look like [?], i’m leanin’
i put his name on a bullet then beat it
bullets movin’ too fast, he can’t read it
i might shoot from the cell like a [?]
one to the top, give him more than amnesia
i need a [?] of the [?] like teresa
shoot a .38 ’til escape with [arenas?]
i’m in the trap, livin’ with an old geezer
pullin’ my chain [?] put in a freezer
put a gun in your face like it’s tweezers
i’m in the ‘woods like a beaver
too much bape on, feel like i’m ceasar
he got hit with that switch, look like he had a seizure
his forehead hot, put a fifth on it, that’s a real fever
how i’m so icey but still keep a heater?
how i keep winnin’ when i’m not even cheater?
i’m a real demon, creep up like a creature
bust a brick open, look like justin bieber
[chorus: tallup twin]
look
it’s all in his caption, that boy cappin’
know about us, man, they don’t want action
know that we shoot sh+t, don’t do stabbin’
hop on your block then came back laughing
uh, you trying too hard but we do this with ease
don’t care what you throw up, we throw up the threes
it’s a whole lotta bricks, it’s a whole lotta p’s
wipe that boy nose like he had to go sneeze
forty+four+hunnid, i keep it a g
thirty+five with me, i shoot like curry
shoutout bro thirty, you know that’s my team
bro got a glock, that sh+t came with a beam
if they pull up we gon’ let that sh+t ring
my life a movie, can’t put it on a screen
you can’t hang with us ’cause you not a demon

[verse 2: tallup twin]
i had to ball up ’cause that n+gga waste
open the party, we lock off the place
my hitter [?] so he might hit his face
if it get sticky i go do the race
and i got 13s on my feet but a big g+17 on my waste
better not trip, better go tie your lace
feel like j neat, catch a opp, it’s a eight
don’t cut no hair but i might give a fade
my n+ggas don’t give a f+ck ’bout the fame
most of us still on the block everyday
shoutout machine, got connections in l.a
still in the dot, might slide in l.a
free 47 and free bro la
screaming, “3letterz” ’cause that is the gang
and you can’t hang with us if you do not bang
you know i got h+lla love for the bros
they sell a brick, i was settin’ the [?]
chasin’ the money, let’s get it, let’s go
we get the drop, we might go to your door
i do not give me a f+ck about a hoe
not even money could fix all these hoes
chasin’ that bag, i stay on the road
i try catch a opp, catch like three in a row



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