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yowda & mozzy - my shooter gang lyrics

[chorus: e mozzy]
i’m poppin’ sh-t, let’s talk dope, i got a lot of it
trap phone doing numbers while my b-tch down steady clockin’ in
i cop some dope, before i let prada get it
this sh-t’s not a movie, this the way the murder squad livin’
i’m poppin’ sh-t, let’s talk dope, i got a lot of it
trap phone doing numbers while my b-tch down steady clockin’ in
i cop some dope, before i let prada get it
this sh-t’s not a movie, this the way the murder squad livin’

[verse 1: mozzy]
had to go and get a bag on ’em
had to go and get a bag on ’em
remember n-ggas used to laugh at us
remember n-ggas ain’t had nothin’
remember n-ggas had the trap bunkin’, huh?
i said remember n-ggas had the trap bunkin’
remember n-ggas had the trap bunkin’
remember twin hit three n-ggas in the head then he got rat for it
give it to ’em if they ask for it
give it to ’em if they ask for it
ran a play off the backboard
the b-tch black but she act foreign
war ready, n-ggas strapped for it
shoot it out and double back for it
jump shot be on fleek
b-tch i shoot it out and double back for it
weigh it out and then add more
do the math on the dashboard
for the big bag he’ll crash for it
bick back and get whacked for it
kicks underneath the backboard
double lock on that back door
yeah, i said it’s double locks on that back door
n-ggas smokin’ back to back boards
n-ggas smokin’ back to back boards
four fingers really rock for us
you all a n-gga really got for it
learn how to add money up but i ain’t learn sh-t on that chalkboard

[verse 2: yowda]
what’s happenin’, it’s static
f-ck a trap house, i’m in traffic
in the trenches with this packages
two guns on me, no jackin’
it’s murder one when i square the gun
i’m cashed up but i’m active
n-ggas like me, you just heard of them
that’s entertainment, they actin’
he movin’ mean, got it sewed up
and i popped up but he rolled up
my spelling off, my math on
i’m good with bread like cold cuts
pulled up, he froze up
them young n-ggas start yanking on him
took the l and didn’t tell
they got the as-salaam-alaik-m on
now this sh-t goin’ back and forth
in a quarter burg, got me back in court
and i ain’t trippin’ on that possession charge
i’m stressed out ’bout my tax report
them fed points start adding up
when they rippin’ through a n-gga’s catalouge
that weird n-gga he finna snitch
me and that b-tch n-gga never got along

- yowda mozzy lyrics

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