762's lyrics

[Intro]
So,so,so,so,so, so good

[Verse 1: FmB DZ]
Whip the dough up
You know i really drive the whip with the door up
Hm, Hop up out this b*tch and make it go up
Hm, Landmines in my yard you might blow up

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Hm, DZ said he had the landmines in his yard On that one song you gon blow up
Hollow tips actin like a pick lift his fro up
Them 762s act like a lift
Pick his hoe up, mhm
[FmB DZ]
I just popped a perc without eatin
I might throw up
Gotta balance out my drugs
Pour’ 4 up
[Sada Baby]
(huh) Rest in Peace to Smurf i’m lookin at my four one
D I P around the block, i see the opps and i’m gon smoke one
[Eastside Reup]
And i’m gon whip 5, all facts ain’t no lie
Everything i copped, don’t do no fronts, b*tch this all mine
Ion give no passes you can’t cross me n*gga one time
Pull up with them bands and get to marching like it’s drum line
Slapping in the morning countin ten and thеn it’s lunch time
b*tch I made a dub, the nеxt day i’m on a grey hound
Oh i threw the K, i’m in the lex i’m putting plays down
If I take a loss the plug insure it, he like state farm
[Sada Baby]
Man you n*ggas ain’t squashing sh*t
Can’t no n*gga hold me back
Real n*gga way before rap
Any n*gga coulda told you that
Me and your b*tch ain’t bestfriends we everything more than that
I f*ck her , she load my straps
Real hood b*tch she poor my Ack
Boy my nickname No Gamez cuz I ain’t playin none
When there’s smoke up on the floor they gotta save me some
They can’t check me at the door, they know i came with guns
Shoot that n*gga while b*tch pregnant
Won’t let him raise his son
If it Ain’t a n*gga b*tch or his life then we ain’t taking nothing
Get to sangin while i’m high
b*tch i’m David Ruffin
Bust some plays and Lil’ Rock
Was off a 8 of tussin
They know i take this sh*t up top them n*ggas hate im bummin
[Eastside Reup]
b*tch i’m want all of the smoke I don’t run from nothin
Bag will always get ran through cuz b*tch i come from hustlin
Was on the run, running through bags
I was out here thuggin
And then same hoe that you love
She was out here stuffin
b*tch i’m up early countin cheese servin pieces off onions
Let a n*gga try me
Gon end up dead or something
[Sada Baby]
She lick my cheek like it was molly on my face or somethin
He walked up on me like there ain’t bodies on this Drac or something
I can’t sit still my P.O say she know i’m taking something
She can’t drop me, drink that Certo yea no trace or nothing
I just did a prime send off for a 90 pack
Of perc 10’s, b*tch I damn near threw the 90 back
I passed a couple of them out cuz they be likin that
Like b*tch if i pass you this Percocet you ain’t gon fight me back
Like b*tch if i pass you this Percocet you ain’t gon fight me back
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