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zaybang – sleep talkin’ lyrics

they got me labeled as shooter n+gga
sneak dissin get you k!lled n+gga
save all that talkin
drop me off on the corner when i come through i’m walking
mask on n+ggas snitch , doing h+lla extra talkin
last case went to trial cuz i ain’t takin what they offered
og was finna play me out my strap i tried to off him
homicide asking questions bouta murder i ain’t talking
honey said the ar shooting 50 baby rockets
chase him down in the rain tryna sit him on his pockets
before you leave the house without your thang weigh your options
succas be tryna score
we ain’t tryna let them profit
real n+ggas die young
r.i.p to earl flockin that’s my blood f+cking brother
nah n+gga this ain’t bombtom
i’m from vietnam valley
lil n+gga play with choppas
high speedin hittin fences got me scuffin up my pradas
20 thousand dolla l!ck
got me feeling like a shotta
i ain’t never chased a b+tch that’s a broke n+gga problem
since 08’ i been wildin
ain’t never had no dad
2 glocks 2 sticks is you stupid do the math
moms called me h+lla names when i pulled up in that jag
i told her respect the fact i want the sh+t i never had
they slid we doubled back boy you better keep yo hamma
2 tone smith n wesson call that b+tch danny phantom
choosing to sneak dissin till we knock him off his gammas
they tryna to get him to snitch talking bout we on camera
swear to god they tryna blam us
forgive me for my sins
3 deep 3 guns pullin skits out my benz
cutthroat blood brother give a f+ck bout a friend
yelling free my n+gga mack till they let him out the pin
told him vision for revenge
riding round with a k
got the drop f+ck a pop knock his knows off his face
yo main b+tch the main reason my n+ggas know where you stay
pistol grip on that pump we kick in down n+ggas gates hold on
big bro lemme get em all head shots
lil bro we ain’t throwing out no leg shots
whatchu think you finna get with your hand out
take a chance for that chance and pull them bands out
until it jam let this muf+cka fan out
louie shoes with the belt n+gga stand out
if n+ggas trippin tell em stop pull the fan out
any n+gga in my way getting fant out
know his b+tch wanna f+ck cuz she keep calling
they gon keep asking questions cuz you keep taking
i ain’t with that sneak diss i’m in the streets often
better make sure you strapped in these streets walkin
5 ounces in a fanta had me sleep waking
in yo dream lil boy that n+gga sleep taling
nana told me be patient try to stack up money
i’m on probation if they on us then we gotta run em n+gga

- zaybang lyrics

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