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Rell Vert
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Earl Wallace
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Earl Wallace
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Earl Wallace
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Lyrics
[Intro]
Go
Death in the air (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Bitch (What up?)
Za
Aight, aight
[Verse 1]
Where the fuck is you going? We chase shit
Just like a pencil, my **** erase shit
One opp blew, starting to feel like I'm racist
Got hit with a Drac', now the **** a patient (Damn)
Run up this money, ain't sit back waitin'
Rumors on my name, but I know they hatin'
No, I ain't snitch and I ain't gay, bitch
Fuck my opps, they know we bake shit
Free the guys that's fighting cases, but fuck the system, we know y'all racist
Don't shoot out cars, we walk down, face shit
Hawk can't slide 'cause he got a face lift
Fucking this bitch from the back, I'm dogging her ass, she told me she can't take it
Keep my mask just like I'm Jason
Poppin' Percs 'cause X can't take it
[Bridge]
Mm, mm-mm, mm (Ayy)
Death in the air (Bitch)
Let the beat talk to y'all ass (Dumbass)
You know how the fuck we rocking, man
Gang shit, bitch, I see red
[Verse 2]
Look
The opps put up, but we slide
He got hit with a switch, he deep fried
Wearing Amiri, I used to rock Levis
Been in the streets since I was like knee high
Dissed on gang, that's weak how he died
All the hoes want me, say I'm fine and be fly
Don't ask me how the fuck did he die
We get that lo', suit up and we slide
Your **** he broke, you know he the cheap kind
Block be bussin', we got a D-line
Block them in then shoot from East side
All fortys and Dracs, you know how we ride
I'm from the 9, bitch, that's the East side
See my dog, if I call then he ride
We just scored, they said the heat arrived
Little bro Curry, shoot from deep now
Used to be broke, that shit not me now
He tripping about a bitch, that shit not P now
Can't love no bitch, plenty fish in the sea now
Call up foenem, meet me in the beehive
All out on the block, push it up, bitch, we live
[Outro]
You know it (You know how we rock)
Boy, your dumbass on this block, we gon' kill you, **** (Better ask about the last ****, the last ****)
(The last ****, the last ****, the fucking last ****)
(On my own grave, these **** ain't on shit, man)
(Find out now, you gon' get your ass brrt, brrt, brrt, all that, bitch)
Written by: Earl Wallace