Talking Crazy SleazyWorld Go
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[Intro]
Yeah
Free Joy gang, bitch
Mhm, we on all that
[Verse 1]
We get his block, we get the ups, and we gon' get him gone (Oh yeah)
I catch an opp, I set him up, then put him in these songs
Big Choppa comin' home
The fuck you thought, we'd be down for long?
They lettin' them killers out that bitch, yeah, you know what time we on
Don't move, stupid
Thinkin' you groovy, this chop groove music
Make him dance
Pull up with drums like we came with a band
XDs, Glockys be cool, but I like XDs
Twenty-two shot, hop out blowin' like it's the referee
No stoppin' shit
Slide through here, I bet I stop that bitch
Fuck you mean?
Draco came with a green beam
Been feelin' like these niggas tryna kill me
They gon' have to kill me
Ain't from Toronto, but them raptors with me
Real killers, hop out on feet and walk down niggas
Broad daylight, leave 'em exactly where we found niggas
Murder music, this that shit you gon' catch bodies to
Fuck the opps, you with the opps, you gettin' clapped at too, nigga
Yeah
Free Joy gang, bitch
Mhm, we on all that
[Verse 1]
We get his block, we get the ups, and we gon' get him gone (Oh yeah)
I catch an opp, I set him up, then put him in these songs
Big Choppa comin' home
The fuck you thought, we'd be down for long?
They lettin' them killers out that bitch, yeah, you know what time we on
Don't move, stupid
Thinkin' you groovy, this chop groove music
Make him dance
Pull up with drums like we came with a band
XDs, Glockys be cool, but I like XDs
Twenty-two shot, hop out blowin' like it's the referee
No stoppin' shit
Slide through here, I bet I stop that bitch
Fuck you mean?
Draco came with a green beam
Been feelin' like these niggas tryna kill me
They gon' have to kill me
Ain't from Toronto, but them raptors with me
Real killers, hop out on feet and walk down niggas
Broad daylight, leave 'em exactly where we found niggas
Murder music, this that shit you gon' catch bodies to
Fuck the opps, you with the opps, you gettin' clapped at too, nigga
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