Threw Lyrics – VonOff1700

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[Intro]
(Lil’ Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
(Damn Drako, you made this)

[Verse]
Alright, they play with you, ain’t s*it to talk about just pull up, hop out, shoot
And I don’t really like to talk a lot ’cause people hate the truth
B!tch, I popped out with a M then hopped right back in the booth
Hit this block the wrong way, we turn your Chevy to a coupe
You keep talking ’bout you did this and that, boy, who the fu*k is you?
When we swarmed him, those he froze, his b!tch ass ain’t know what to do (B!tch ass)
I love this money s*it but this s*it keep reminding me of Mook
Man, I really hate my opps, them n!ggas pussier than Boo
And I can’t love no b!tch at all, b!tch, I’ma dog like Uncle Snoop
This not a game but we’ll kill your ass and run through all your loot
When we catch him, whoo, I’m taking the driver gun and bounce out, shoot at you
Tryna guard mе, I’ma cross a n!gga up like Uncle Drew
12 hit thе lights, pushed on the gas and now he driving like a crew
It’s just me, G5 and Frog and we just poured a triple deuce
I’m in traffic with a opp, ho’ getting more neck than a goose
I know them opp n!ggas want us bad, I told the backend I’m moving loose
Take all that acting killing s*it to an auditioning for Zeus
B!tch, I got respect, I bought a gun and put that b!tch to use (Grahh, grahh)
Everytime lil’ bro nem pop a perc they say, “RIP to Juice”
They say the opps out tryna party like the army, I sent a nuke, n!gga
Tryna run and I’ma chase you down, I’m fast, I used to hoop
Dissed on the gang, now that n!gga in a box dressed in a suit
The opp just dropped a song, that b!tch so weak we played that s*it on mute
And if you seen the s*it I seen, your b!tch ass’ll probably puke
Brand new Track’ straight off the lot, man, this b!tch drive like it got boot
Say he can’t slide ’cause they not on they block, boy, that’s not no excuse
Fu*k BKN but I’m locked in with Leek, we kicking s*it like Bruce
I never lied, Smiley called my mama tryna call a truce
That n!gga ran but he ain’t get away, we shot him out his shoes
N!ggas acting like they that but ain’t get back, I know a few
They say Rody told on bro, I can’t believe it but it’s true
Say he had 10K on my head and now he dead, I know he blown

The opps outside, I’m down to slide but what ’bout you
I got four eyes, bro, you just drive and I’ma shoot
Ten mill, .45s, don’t play with .9s, boy that’s not cute
Shots to the leg, shots to the head, that n!gga threw​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​