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Off the Dribble - ShooterGang Kony Lyrics








[Intro]

L-Finguz



[Verse]

Lil' nigga heavy metal machine, I'm the team

Murder was the case in the scene, a slug fiend

Bully niggas like I'm Preme, what's up Beans?

Know it's only been a second, I keep thinking it's a dream

I'ma wake up, you gon' be right here, this ain't fair, blood

You ain't even see my chain, how it glare, blood

Been a while since a nigga said a prayer, blood

I'm a real nigga and real niggas is rare, blood

Gang keeping it lit, you in the air, blood

Standing at the viewing and all I could do is stare, blood

If you hear me, I pray that you feeling better

Fuck I look like just putting you on a sweater?

The fuck I look like letting niggas say whatever?

Fuck a homie, I will do you, and nina, you gon' let her

GSR on me and glizzy came with a vetha

Put a nigga brother on the Facebook header, ayy

This the game, just the way that it goes

It ain't no escape, you can never oppose

Ali asked me why these niggas don't go, and I don't know

You ain't slid, what you bang this for? You niggas hoes

A homie die and niggas supposed to die, make it multiply

I blame rap shit, that's what I decide

I ain't posting niggas' music if you living a lie

I'm the shooter, I can shoot while I drive, on God

Pull up on the side of a sucker and let it spark

Pissing on my hands while you laying in chalk

Your big homie fed, shit, we can't even talk

'Cause niggas fake, boy missed, on God

I bet you I'll be active when I'm rich, on God

I bet you I could kill you without catching a high

And ShooterGang a family so I gotta provide

About mine, leave a nigga stopped at stop signs with Glock-9's

Free Hundred Shots, free Mula, and free Vines

And buddy, you a boy, blood, I got your spine

Cover your back like I do Ali

I'm just happy that you niggas breathe without a machine, on B's

Pourin' out opps, I ain't kickin' no lean (Nah)

Ham and cheese, bitch, you gotta play for my team

When I'm hella geekin', Deray know what I mean

And so do Sama, Jody flee him while he strapped with the beam

Squeeze standin' in my corner, when I squeeze, he squeeze

And Pathi, bitch, you know it's SSG

And when it's bulletproof, a chopper shell won't breach

You ask me, it's ShooterGang 'til a nigga deceased

Off the dribble, bitch



[Outro]

L-Finguz



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