WRAP EM UP DUSTY LOCANE & Tata
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[Intro: Dusty Locane & TaTa]
Feva, rr
Every opp shot, everythin' dead
41 shots to the head
Like, grrah-grrah (Like, grrah, like, grrah, aah)
Like, grrah
[Chorus: TaTa & Dusty Locane]
Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro)
I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they trip
I won't rap about shit that I did
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn)
No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro)
And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva)
Oh, it's up?, then it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch
Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick)
I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva)
Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)
TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it)
How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one)
Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha)
I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Like, grrah)
Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done (Grrah, like, grrah)
[Verse 1: TaTa]
Like two quarters I'm stayin' on fifty (On bro)
Like a hour that shit hold sixty (Grrt, baow)
In the spot with the [?] gettin' deady
And the opps linkin' up, man, that shit gettin' mixy (On bro)
I'm with [?] went dumb off a 30
Talkin' tough, we gon' number your jersey (On bro)
I be geekin' when I'm on the beat
And when they have my shit, niggas start gettin' sturdy
Heart made of metal, they callin' me Stark (Like, damn)
And I gave a thottie my heart (The fuck?)
Jenny said we not fallin' apart
And there's sharks in this water
Don't swim when it's dark (On bro)
I'm a animal, slide in the dark, nigga
I'm nocturnal, catch him
And cut him, rip him apart, nigga
I bet this .40 gon' burn you (Like, damn), like, grrah
Why these dumb niggas eyein' the V? (Like, damn)
Like I don't got my iron on me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Mr. Everything Dead, yeah, I’m ready nigga
Come outside, niggas hidin' from me
Please don't play, I got knockers on me
Don't run, put the dot on a tee (Like, grrah-grrah)
Mr. Everything Deady, I’m ready nigga
I'm with 'Cane, he gon' up it for free (Like, grrah), bitch
Feva, rr
Every opp shot, everythin' dead
41 shots to the head
Like, grrah-grrah (Like, grrah, like, grrah, aah)
Like, grrah
[Chorus: TaTa & Dusty Locane]
Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro)
I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they trip
I won't rap about shit that I did
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn)
No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro)
And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva)
Oh, it's up?, then it's lit (Grrah, grrah)
Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch
Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick)
I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva)
Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)
TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it)
How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one)
Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha)
I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Like, grrah)
Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done (Grrah, like, grrah)
[Verse 1: TaTa]
Like two quarters I'm stayin' on fifty (On bro)
Like a hour that shit hold sixty (Grrt, baow)
In the spot with the [?] gettin' deady
And the opps linkin' up, man, that shit gettin' mixy (On bro)
I'm with [?] went dumb off a 30
Talkin' tough, we gon' number your jersey (On bro)
I be geekin' when I'm on the beat
And when they have my shit, niggas start gettin' sturdy
Heart made of metal, they callin' me Stark (Like, damn)
And I gave a thottie my heart (The fuck?)
Jenny said we not fallin' apart
And there's sharks in this water
Don't swim when it's dark (On bro)
I'm a animal, slide in the dark, nigga
I'm nocturnal, catch him
And cut him, rip him apart, nigga
I bet this .40 gon' burn you (Like, damn), like, grrah
Why these dumb niggas eyein' the V? (Like, damn)
Like I don't got my iron on me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Mr. Everything Dead, yeah, I’m ready nigga
Come outside, niggas hidin' from me
Please don't play, I got knockers on me
Don't run, put the dot on a tee (Like, grrah-grrah)
Mr. Everything Deady, I’m ready nigga
I'm with 'Cane, he gon' up it for free (Like, grrah), bitch
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