Repass lyrics

[Intro]
(Tradfortyfive)

[Verse 1: FastMoney Goon]
I just copped a dirty stick
Bro 'nem sent the drop, it’s time to show them 'bout this murder biz
Swiping cards, tryna go legit
Lil' n*gga, you speakin’ on me, but I never even heard of jit

[Verse 2: YBEEZY]
Nobody died? Then we gon' spin that b*tch again then
f*ck who he with, we gon' kill him and his f*ckin' friends
Hanging with the opps and we gon' put 'em in the blend then
You ain't got the Glock, then I'll take the FN then

[Verse 3: Backstreet TK]
I ain’t never heard of him
Hop out, then I murder him
Them killers spinned his block, what they did? They T-Shirt’ed him
We can slide back to back and we can go rack for rack
Since that n*gga actin' pus*y, knock that tat up off his hat

[Verse 4: Tayshotzz]
Speakin’ on the f*ckin' guys, you can meet your f*ckin' maker
Digging bodies up of out the ground, like the undertaker
f*ck that n*gga, bust his f*ckin' wig and watch his body drop
No need to do no f*ckin’ drive-by's, we hoppin' out the car
[Verse 5: FastMoney Goon & Backstreet TK]
They caught him lackin' like a addict and start shooting, huh?
They jumped out on him from [?], he missed his Uber, huh?
He missed his Uber, chopper dumb, I think he need a tutor
Tryna catch him downtown, while he riding on them scooters
We got Draco's, FN, Glocks, and we got Ruger's
All my n*ggas 'nem got bodies, check the news, boy, you ain't stupid
Neck shot, headshot
Glizzy tucked, feds out
He like, "Why you had to leave?", 'cause that pus*y dead now

[Verse 6: Tayshotzz & YBEEZY]
Yeah, that pus*y dead now
Faceshot, green dot
Swing the block, clear it out
Reverse the clip, we poppin' out
Strapped like a dyke, like it don't like n*ggas
All that ProTool thuggin', better keep your f*ckin' pipe, n*gga, it's a ugly sight
Switches on them Glocks, yeah, them b*tches fast
Beatin' down your block, we do that sh*t just like a marching band
Spinned that b*tch so much that I caught whiplash
Laid that n*gga to rest, then f*cked around and hit the repast, he can't get up