Avant Garde JGRXXN (Ft. Rozz Dyliams & $uicideboy$)
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[Intro: JGRXXN]
Ooh
What's up mane? What's up mane?
Hah
[Verse 1: JGRXXN]
JGRXXN will buck if you duckin'
Burner gettin' hot like an oven
My niggas carry that flame, so if you got beef, mmm, well it ain't nothin'
Schemacideboy$, ain't no bluffin'
Triple 6, niggas be bustin'
The killas inside of yo' brain
For the Underground shit, we be thuggin', hah
Run up on my niggas if you itchin' to
Do that shit you claim, that's how you end up in [?]
My demons pullin' up [?]
We smoke you like a swisher, scoop your bitch and then get in to her
[Verse 2: $crim]
Step up in the motherfuckin' spot, gold grill
Lil' young white boy, keep the block hot, no chill
When I'm in the cut with the red dot hold still
Cut a motherfucker 'til you dried out, hail Satan
Schemaposse boys with the *59
Grippin' the gat so hard got these boys full of envy
[?] send us the defendant, call me Primetime
Smokin', drinkin', [?] 'til the reaper come and get me, ho
All my bitches coming straight from Hades
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, you so fucking crazy
It's all that I am hearing lately
The fucking voice of all the ones forsaken
Ooh
What's up mane? What's up mane?
Hah
[Verse 1: JGRXXN]
JGRXXN will buck if you duckin'
Burner gettin' hot like an oven
My niggas carry that flame, so if you got beef, mmm, well it ain't nothin'
Schemacideboy$, ain't no bluffin'
Triple 6, niggas be bustin'
The killas inside of yo' brain
For the Underground shit, we be thuggin', hah
Run up on my niggas if you itchin' to
Do that shit you claim, that's how you end up in [?]
My demons pullin' up [?]
We smoke you like a swisher, scoop your bitch and then get in to her
[Verse 2: $crim]
Step up in the motherfuckin' spot, gold grill
Lil' young white boy, keep the block hot, no chill
When I'm in the cut with the red dot hold still
Cut a motherfucker 'til you dried out, hail Satan
Schemaposse boys with the *59
Grippin' the gat so hard got these boys full of envy
[?] send us the defendant, call me Primetime
Smokin', drinkin', [?] 'til the reaper come and get me, ho
All my bitches coming straight from Hades
$carecrow, $carecrow, $carecrow, you so fucking crazy
It's all that I am hearing lately
The fucking voice of all the ones forsaken
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