Songtext
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Chorus: Terry Kunage
Call my niggas tell 'em "we gon get it"
Do the math we the fuckin problem
We on a mission fuckin all the bitches
In the bathroom who gon stop us
Mind ya business fuck your opinion
Bitch nigga nobody asked ya
Fuckin wit us the long way in the game we gon make you Casper
Startin' smoke but I'm never high as fuck
Match set we gon light it light it up
Startin smoke get the fire-firetruck
Pants burnin' yous a liar liar (what?)
Drop em off in the dire dire docks
Haters wanna see me retire but I'm not gonna ever
But my fuckin writer's block's prevеnting me to spit fire on the dot
Wait
Verse 1: Terry Kunage
My Nеw Year's Resolution is to cut the head of N3on
Bitch niggas like him is the definition of a fuckin peon
I'm movin like a ninja turtle got the twin blades on me like Leon-
A-R-D-O finna lead you the right path that's where you belong
I ain't born stupid I was born to do this
Take a niggas song and remix it make it twice as better just like joyner lucas
Packing four lugars in the backseat wearing four cuban links
Ain't no foreign four swords in the scene
It's just you and me and all my niggas with they magazines
You can read about it
Verse 2: Zee The 0ne, Terry Kunage
You can read about it
But I bet you won't, walkin' down the road
Did this by my lone, hard chrome
I've been drippin' out of zone
Call my homies, we gon' get it done
Feel like Leon keep a gun, aiming for the bag
I'ma gimme some, till I'm number one, till I'm number one
Terry, Zee, and puri going going loco
That's just how it go, go
Y'all got me goin' loco
Me and Terry in the studio, yo, bro
Did this, did this by my long
Didn't do this shit for show
I don't wash shit down, I don't fold
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Verse 3: puriwinklz
All my niggas staying down ten toes we don't really care
Better keep that weak shit to yourself, lil' nigga better leave it there
Said they takin' heads off these bitch niggas man, that's not really fair
Big 26, niggas got a team yeah better pull up a chair
You been gonna do it, then do it
Pop my shit, but it ain't much to it
They treatin' my ass like I'm stupid
?
These niggas is fake and I knew it
I'm not about that bitch nigga influence
They got that weak sauce nigga, you foolish
[?] I brought like a [?]
Chorus: Terry Kunage
Call my niggas tell 'em "we gon get it"
Do the math we the fuckin problem
We on a mission fuckin all the bitches
In the bathroom who gon stop us
Mind ya business fuck your opinion
Bitch nigga nobody asked ya
Fuckin wit us the long way in the game we gon make you Casper
Startin' smoke but I'm never high as fuck
Match set we gon light it light it up
Startin smoke get the fire-firetruck
Pants burnin' yous a liar liar (what?)
Drop em off in the dire dire docks
Haters wanna see me retire but I'm not gonna ever
But my fuckin writer's block's preventing me to spit fire on the dot
Damn
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