Sacrifices Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Yeah 146, niggas know how this shit get
Hold on bro who this whip pushin up
I play that block in browser mode I just be lookin up
I brung these hoes corona mask cause bro still cookin up
His voice keep shakin hear his tone like bro you shook or wat
Dont think its sweet cause you sent shots boy that ain't good enough
Gotta snatch a soul right out the body think you good wit us
This shit get deep Illuminati wanna be in tune wit us
Ok come move wit us
They might take this wrong made sacrifices and now im movin up
Bending all night long you lame yo food you woulda threw it up
How the fuck they all gone change same nigga went to school on bus
Better hope that bitch don't jam that tooly ain't been blew in months
I might have to step at any time hoe I stay booted up
12 right on our trail we go
Heard That boy a snail he slow
Heard They call em what? He ghost
For dat bread they know whenever the fuck I'm poppin up he toast
Asking bout the opps you a fan or what? I see what the fuck he post
Might be the one to come fan em up just one slip up free throw
Boy you cannot run we close
Them boys is my sons he know
Bro Might take yo gun Debo
Then Straight to the green Celo
How much to wipe the team 3 mo
Still po up pints of lean free Sco
Get bait we reel em in he float
Everytime they diss I was outside a nigga mama crib
Ain't scared but I might have fa shit my pops done did
Been taking the trash out since a young man i ain't scared to pop a lid
Have my young niggas hopping out dem black vans just tryna go drop a kid
But na my guap to big
I can't be posted wit none of you dorks you won't do wat I done did
U steady promoting bout alla these wars fuck nigga wat block u spin
Last time i checked I was opening doors in whips you wasn't hoppin in
Bail out the V and I'm swap me gen
They hopin it's not me again
They fakin they money for points ona app guess we playin monopoly again
People ask why it's mug on my face when I'm out cuz I been places poverty been
Nigga play in this bitch then we checkin em out you get sent to the lobby again
How long till I catch me a homie again
Like 123
I'm bail out the whip and the first nigga right there dead when I drop my ski
Ice my shit off the rip and I got me a whip niggas mad that I copped my piece
Keep runnin his lips up off the hip imma blast till my Glock don't speak (Yeah Huh)
Like 123
I'm bail out the whip and the first nigga right there dead when I drop my ski
Ice my shit off the rip and I got me a whip niggas mad that I copped my piece
Keep runnin his lips up off the hip imma blast till my Glock don't speak