We Really Buggin lyrics

[Intro: TG Flockaa]
(Elvis)
Suck my di*k n*gga
Every opp shot n*gga
Everything dead n*gga
Suck my di*k n*gga
Everything K n*gga

[Verse: TG Flockaa]
Ima spin through the Hill walking with the toaster
Tryna put a n*gga on a poster
Catch lil Keem, get hit in his head
Not in his back or not his shoulder
DOA be the gang n*ggas know us (Ahhh)
Talking on bro then im knocking you over
Who sober? we off pills, lean, and weed n*gga you know us
Move tactic with the stichy cause we know the feds is on us
They all on my di*k, and these opp n*ggas want me to slip
KDub try to run but you know what he did
Rah Rah got packed in the back of the whip
[?] got smoked [?]
Lotti got poked for not having his grip
[?] why they sucking my di*k?
And we kicking they candles [?] they sick
Throw a party we coming lil b*tch
If we comin they cancel this sh*t
Walk in the party im dancin and sh*t
Soon as im finished im blammin and sh*t
As soon as im finished im blammin and sh*t (Gang, gang, gang)
[Verse: Kenzo Balla]
If you jackin them n*ggas you dead
All O's shot b*tch you heard what I said
When we up we aiming for the head
Make sure he dead then hit him in the leg
[?] tryna hit him again
Had to tell him [?] bend
Oh they in the [?] we flocking the Benz
Oh he with his mans he get shot with his friends
Big chop, make him lean back
I be spinning so I keep a ski mask
Hit a n*gga up make him relapse

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