917 Rackz, Sdot Go, Jay Hound - Eater lyrics

Sdot Go [Shadon Burnell]

[917 Rackz, Sdot Go, Jay Hound - Eater lyrics]

Grah grah like, grah
Bro tryna, bro tryna slide with a eater
Haha, it's Shomii on the beat you
Already know how we rockin'
Grah, grah, grah grah
Tryna slide with a, I don't need her
Flock flock grah grah
Bro tryna slide with a, like

Bro tryna slide with a eater
She tote the knocks so I need her
Bad lil' bitch, throw it back, her name Brina
She tryna swipe with my pieces
Kick me a BOA, Chevy, or Visa
Wanna talk, so let's hop out the V
I'm on that block it's just me and Nina

Caught him lacking, he fast on his feet
I'm on that block, it's just me and my heater
Ooter ready, I pass him a beam
I'm steady trapping, no time for a eater
Cause, I gotta get back to the breesh
Been outside, I gotta make it home
Put that shit to his heart
This new shit is chrome
Put that shit to his heart
Then shoot through his dome
Gotta move tact', cause they tapping my phone
That boy got hit, now we tapping our necks
Told bro, said "Won't never settle for less"
You could die with the rest
Said you smoking my bro
You better watch your tone
Where the bros at? I'm tryna bend
Feel like Sdot, I'm always on go
You could die for some pussy
Get shot with your hoe with a green beam
You could get shot out your glow rackz

Free G, word to bro
He getting close? For what, like
Bullets gon' rip through his stuff
Woo, Rey, Dama, Gutt (Come here)
Try to get up with me, you done (Come here)
Flock him, no way he gon' run
Beam sticking to him like gum
Flick cause I thought how she
Shit stop clicking, blame it on the
Blame it on the gun
Jay, flock him, don't let him do nothing
Like ask that nigga where he from, like
He say the Nick, throw a ton
Jay, flock, watch him jump
Shit jammed when I only threw one
I'm on they block I been booming for
I'm on they block I been booming for

I appear, like it's magic
Had the opps doing flips, gymnastics
He think he crazy, this shit gon' get tragic
Brodie might oot at a Maverick
Spot a opp, ain't no way I'ma pass him
Bullets fly, connecting like Madden
Tried to get low I told bro let him
Tried to get low I told bro let him have it
Grah grah, like word to bro

Bro tryna slide with a eater
She tote the knocks so I need her
Bad lil' bitch, throw it back, her name Brina
She tryna swipe with my pieces
Kick me a BOA, Chevy, or Visa
Wanna talk, so let's hop out the V
I'm on that block it's just me and Nina

TGs do hips

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