762's

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Eastside Reup & FMB DZ & Sada Baby - Rap, Gangsta Rap

762's

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[Intro] So,so,so,so,so, so good [Verse 1: FmB DZ] Whip the dough up You know i really drive the whip with the door up Hm, Hop up out this bitch and make it go up Hm, Landmines in my yard you might blow up [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Hm, DZ said he had the landmines in his yard On that one song you gon blow up Hollow tips actin like a pick lift his fro up Them 762s act like a lift Pick his hoe up, mhm [FmB DZ] I just popped a perc without eatin I might throw up Gotta balance out my drugs Pour' 4 up [Sada Baby] (huh) Rest in Peace to Smurf i'm lookin at my four one D I P around the block, i see the opps and i'm gon smoke one [Eastside Reup] And i'm gon whip 5, all facts ain't no lie Everything i copped, don't do no fronts, bitch this all mine Ion give no passes you can't cross me nigga one time Pull up with them bands and get to marching like it's drum line Slapping in the morning countin ten and thеn it's lunch time Bitch I made a dub, the nеxt day i'm on a grey hound Oh i threw the K, i'm in the lex i'm putting plays down If I take a loss the plug insure it, he like state farm [Sada Baby] Man you niggas ain't squashing shit Can't no nigga hold me back Real nigga way before rap Any nigga coulda told you that Me and your bitch ain't bestfriends we everything more than that I fuck her , she load my straps Real hood bitch she poor my Ack Boy my nickname No Gamez cuz I ain't playin none When there's smoke up on the floor they gotta save me some They can't check me at the door, they know i came with guns Shoot that nigga while bitch pregnant Won't let him raise his son If it Ain't a nigga bitch or his life then we ain't taking nothing Get to sangin while i'm high Bitch i'm David Ruffin Bust some plays and Lil' Rock Was off a 8 of tussin They know i take this shit up top them niggas hate im bummin [Eastside Reup] Bitch i'm want all of the smoke I don't run from nothin Bag will always get ran through cuz bitch i come from hustlin Was on the run, running through bags I was out here thuggin And then same hoe that you love She was out here stuffin Bitch i'm up early countin cheese servin pieces off onions Let a nigga try me Gon end up dead or something [Sada Baby] She lick my cheek like it was molly on my face or somethin He walked up on me like there ain't bodies on this Drac or something I can't sit still my P.O say she know i'm taking something She can't drop me, drink that Certo yea no trace or nothing I just did a prime send off for a 90 pack Of perc 10's, bitch I damn near threw the 90 back I passed a couple of them out cuz they be likin that Like bitch if i pass you this Percocet you ain't gon fight me back Like bitch if i pass you this Percocet you ain't gon fight me back (?)

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Credits

Writers
  • FMB DZ
  • Sada Baby
  • Eastside Reup