Tyronfrmda100s - On Go lyrics
[Tyronfrmda100s - On Go lyrics]
Bitch I’m clutch
Fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized
Cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch
Cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn
Twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot
Ain’t no stopping you outta luck
Hop out let that ruger spit
Me and foe nem got them sticks
Pop out wit’ them liners like
We barbers watch me line they shit
Slide for them
Brothers neva fold but not no havik shit
Me and savage guns go like boom
Watch how we splatter shit
Brains onna fucking seat watch me
And my shooters spark
You can bring that vеst but these
Bullets split yo mind apart
Hе ain’t ran fast enough bullseye
Like I threw a dark
I’m from Chicago where yo life onna
Line better play it smart
Long live havik don’t add a k
Or you gon’ get erase
He was talking shit now he
Missing that nigga got replaced
Fn gon thump like it got bass
Put that nine right to yo face
Y’all niggas bitches I can’t relate
Now it’s time to open up the Heaven gates
See I’m from the block where you can’t get
Help and them guns strike like thunder
Ran through them rainy days
Granny passed away
Now the block is hot every summer
Yo nigga got knelt put em on a shelf
Now u rather die off of hunger
Choppa rearrange yo organs I never knew what
Death was when I was younger
Tryna stay outta trouble be in one
Bubble inna field wit’ some monsters
Life was hard inna raq they’ll stab yo
Back we had to sleep inna bunker
Now put em onna stretcher
Body changer like the
Weather now u laying 6 feet under
Lit his block up shot his legs up
Sike he thought he was a runner
He thought he was tough
Till he got rearranged
Imma thug but I got so much pain
Take whts mine and yo block
Gon change put one
To the head it fucked up his brain
Life is like hell when you hit a stain
From the dirtiest block that’s what you claim
Run if you want bitch you know I got aim
Shooting like reel goats wit the gang
Bitch I’m clutch
Fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized
Cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch
Cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn
Twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot
Ain’t no stopping you outta luck
Fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized
Cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch
Cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn
Twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot
Ain’t no stopping you outta luck
Hop out let that ruger spit
Me and foe nem got them sticks
Pop out wit’ them liners like
We barbers watch me line they shit
Slide for them
Brothers neva fold but not no havik shit
Me and savage guns go like boom
Watch how we splatter shit
Brains onna fucking seat watch me
And my shooters spark
You can bring that vеst but these
Bullets split yo mind apart
Hе ain’t ran fast enough bullseye
Like I threw a dark
I’m from Chicago where yo life onna
Line better play it smart
Long live havik don’t add a k
Or you gon’ get erase
He was talking shit now he
Missing that nigga got replaced
Fn gon thump like it got bass
Put that nine right to yo face
Y’all niggas bitches I can’t relate
Now it’s time to open up the Heaven gates
See I’m from the block where you can’t get
Help and them guns strike like thunder
Ran through them rainy days
Granny passed away
Now the block is hot every summer
Yo nigga got knelt put em on a shelf
Now u rather die off of hunger
Choppa rearrange yo organs I never knew what
Death was when I was younger
Tryna stay outta trouble be in one
Bubble inna field wit’ some monsters
Life was hard inna raq they’ll stab yo
Back we had to sleep inna bunker
Now put em onna stretcher
Body changer like the
Weather now u laying 6 feet under
Lit his block up shot his legs up
Sike he thought he was a runner
He thought he was tough
Till he got rearranged
Imma thug but I got so much pain
Take whts mine and yo block
Gon change put one
To the head it fucked up his brain
Life is like hell when you hit a stain
From the dirtiest block that’s what you claim
Run if you want bitch you know I got aim
Shooting like reel goats wit the gang
Bitch I’m clutch
Fuck the other side leave em’ traumatized
Cremate his ass he dust
Fuck the soul outta my bitch
Cause she know ion give no fuck
Hit his ass up wit that fn
Twin Glocks this bitch gon’ bust
Gun like Curry when it’s hot
Ain’t no stopping you outta luck