187 lyrics

[Verse 1: T.R.I.P.]
f*ck yo' feelings, homie
I give a f*ck about opinions or your story, brodie
I’ll f*ck yo' b*tch and burn her soul inside the purgatory
You think I give a f*ck of what you b*tches think about me?
b*tch, f*ck your judgements 'cause, I'm spitting on your f*cking grave
Y’all should know the f*ckin' name it’s UNAVERAGE GANG
We blowing up like a mothaf*ckin' hand grenade
Young T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of f*ckin' Vegas
Two legends in the making
If I murder mothaf*ckas then it’s going to be a goodnight
Leave a mothaf*ckin' dead with a steel knife
Running and gripping my 9 'til they all die
Real eyes realize that you all lie
I been a savage since 7
UAV be the one that is ending your session
No second guessing
This that mothaf*ckin' gang land affiliation

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[Verse 2: VAGUE]
You burn within, 'cause I bring the sin
I open doors just to let it in
You won’t find, what you can’t find
And you b*tches hide with them flawed minds
This sh*t a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope
This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know
I lived enough that I lashed out on what the f*ck was passed out
This f*ckin' is game is trash now
And filled up with these cash clowns
UNAVERAGE always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down
Your feelings don’t mean sh*t now, we on the top and won’t drown
All the haters wanna do is talk sh*t, and di*k ride, never wanna accomplish sh*t
No drive, where the f*ck is all grave-diggers
Bet you mothaf*ckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger
Never gonna stop me now
Better think when you talkin' down
Stand yo' ground
It’s that UAV gang sh*t and we lock it down
Yuh
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