Halloween PGF Nuk (Ft. PGF Jman & PGF Mooda)
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[Verse 1: PGF Nuk]
Catch a body, then we ride back down to nine
Niggas hidin', shot they crib up, now they momma cryin'
Happy Halloween nigga, we make scenes, nigga
Just like Freddy Krueger, pop up in his dreams, nigga
Yeah, we gon' slide together, ain't no iron teams, nigga
And we slidin' back to back for that shit like some feanes, nigga
Fuck with them or fuck with us, ain't no in between, nigga
Like Mooda sail like Red Bulls, we gon' give 'em wings, nigga
Pop his ass, send him up, he won't touch the ground again
Recarnation, catch him in the other world, he gon' die again
Kill his friends, they the ones who gon' slide back tryna get revenge
We slide first, they slide back so we gotta slide again
Don't make me call up Chase, he gon' chase, that's my evil twin
Comin' in first place, ain't no race, we gon' win again
[Verse 2: PGF Jman]
We just got the low, we made a move, we need that low again
I get paid for hits and just a blitz, we up the score again
Pop out with two switches and the Drac', to show that we ain't playin'
Slide on the seven, get the blick like nigga what you sayin'?
It ain't shit to mask up and hop up 'bout that mini van
Nigga actin' hot so we gon' blow him down like a fan
[Verse 3: PGF Mooda]
Ay, ay, know we gon' spin
They got Mooda in this bitch so you know I ain't playin'
I'mma bail out with the Chop', Jman bail out with them jams
Get your hands up out yo' pocket, 'cause ain't shit up in yo' pants
[?] we usin' switches, I ain't never use my hands
It ain't shit to up the score, I get the low and that's the end, ay
All my niggas fellas, I be with some steppas, ay
If he get up out a line, watch Jman gon' check him, ay
All you niggas snitches, ay, all you niggas bitches, ay
Sayin' they ain't did shit, boy, I handle business, uh
Catch a body, then we ride back down to nine
Niggas hidin', shot they crib up, now they momma cryin'
Happy Halloween nigga, we make scenes, nigga
Just like Freddy Krueger, pop up in his dreams, nigga
Yeah, we gon' slide together, ain't no iron teams, nigga
And we slidin' back to back for that shit like some feanes, nigga
Fuck with them or fuck with us, ain't no in between, nigga
Like Mooda sail like Red Bulls, we gon' give 'em wings, nigga
Pop his ass, send him up, he won't touch the ground again
Recarnation, catch him in the other world, he gon' die again
Kill his friends, they the ones who gon' slide back tryna get revenge
We slide first, they slide back so we gotta slide again
Don't make me call up Chase, he gon' chase, that's my evil twin
Comin' in first place, ain't no race, we gon' win again
[Verse 2: PGF Jman]
We just got the low, we made a move, we need that low again
I get paid for hits and just a blitz, we up the score again
Pop out with two switches and the Drac', to show that we ain't playin'
Slide on the seven, get the blick like nigga what you sayin'?
It ain't shit to mask up and hop up 'bout that mini van
Nigga actin' hot so we gon' blow him down like a fan
[Verse 3: PGF Mooda]
Ay, ay, know we gon' spin
They got Mooda in this bitch so you know I ain't playin'
I'mma bail out with the Chop', Jman bail out with them jams
Get your hands up out yo' pocket, 'cause ain't shit up in yo' pants
[?] we usin' switches, I ain't never use my hands
It ain't shit to up the score, I get the low and that's the end, ay
All my niggas fellas, I be with some steppas, ay
If he get up out a line, watch Jman gon' check him, ay
All you niggas snitches, ay, all you niggas bitches, ay
Sayin' they ain't did shit, boy, I handle business, uh
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