Yano & Briccz (Face Shot Gummo) lyrics

[Intro]
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On God
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[Verse]
50k really ain't sh*t to me we spend that on Amiri’s
pus*y n*gga all these bodies but ain't do a killing
Made my youngin slide in hot boxes back to back They spinning
Gummo in my lungs got me numb I'm high for half a century
My youngin jump out that car broad day waving that carbon like John Wick
I’m his stick papi I'm John man with this sh*t i send a whole blitz
Slide through The Apartment Shooting this b*tch up n*gga
Yeah we going fast told Yano I give his ass a extra thousand if he hit him in the head
I'm toting my Drake it's my and KK I told Big Bloody go fly his jet
Yano & Briccz finna p*ss me off I'm mad as hell y'all ain't find him yet
I'm Doctor Miami I’m paying for bodies don’t ask me sh*t about a rap check
I'm Smoking this strong f*cking up my lungs
Bluе Tip 556 stuffed in my Drum
Don’t play on the net causе I'm not one of them
Catch a n*gga at the school while he getting his son
We really shoot sh*t for the fun them boys go crazy for the funds
I'm a warlord in the slums I don't go nowhere without my gun
My momma said I got that look again all my life been doing crooked sh*t
I’m on the edge you ain't gotta push me there
I stand 10 toes cause ain't no pus*y here
What you think you the only n*gga with a gun?
You can't beef with a n*gga with more money
I make my young n*gga go to the store for me
Whack you broad day I give some raw to him
n*ggas know I got more hits than gotti
Paranoid in the car so the stick beside me
I point my finger cuz get too wildin
Like back to back b*tch we sliding
Nobody get pave nobody dying
Stand over the n*gga look him dead in the eyes
His heart still pumping hit him dead in his eyes
Wake up every morning got death on my mind
Slide off foreign quick to drop a hundred on a n*gga block
They put fifty on me guess them b*tches know that pap the biggest opp
I could've brought a AP I drop fifty on a n*gga top
I send yo momma out to meet the morgue
After we send the shots “they like pap you tripping”
b*tch I'm high out my mind this Gummo to the biscuit
Thirty S this a compact 4-5 but the stick Extended
Roll the window down no we jump out clear the crowd
And the AK go to hitting spit rapid rounds left him on the ground now they reminiscing
[Outro]
On God