Repass
[Intro]
(Tradfortyfive)
[Verse 1: FastMoney Goon]
I just copped a dirty stick
Bro 'nem sent the drop, it’s time to show them 'bout this murder biz
Swiping cards, tryna go legit
Lil' n***a, you speakin’ on me, but I never even heard of jit
[Verse 2: YBEEZY]
Nobody died? Then we gon' spin that bitch again then
Fuck who he with, we gon' kill him and his fuckin' friends
Hanging with the opps and we gon' put 'em in the blend then
You ain't got the Glock, then I'll take the FN then
[Verse 3: Backstreet TK]
I ain’t never heard of him
Hop out, then I murder him
Them killers spinned his block, what they did? They T-Shirt’ed him
We can slide back to back and we can go rack for rack
Since that n***a actin' pussy, knock that tat up off his hat
[Verse 4: Tayshotzz]
Speakin’ on the fuckin' guys, you can meet your fuckin' maker
Digging bodies up of out the ground, like the undertaker
Fuck that n***a, bust his fuckin' wig and watch his body drop
No need to do no fuckin’ drive-by's, we hoppin' out the car
[Verse 5: FastMoney Goon & Backstreet TK]
They caught him lackin' like a addict and start shooting, huh?
They jumped out on him from [?], he missed his Uber, huh?
He missed his Uber, chopper dumb, I think he need a tutor
Tryna catch him downtown, while he riding on them scooters
We got Draco's, FN, Glocks, and we got Ruger's
All my n***as 'nem got bodies, check the news, boy, you ain't stupid
Neck shot, headshot
Glizzy tucked, feds out
He like, "Why you had to leave?", 'cause that pussy dead now
[Verse 6: Tayshotzz & YBEEZY]
Yeah, that pussy dead now
Faceshot, green dot
Swing the block, clear it out
Reverse the clip, we poppin' out
Strapped like a dyke, like it don't like n***as
All that ProTool thuggin', better keep your fuckin' pipe, n***a, it's a ugly sight
Switches on them Glocks, yeah, them bitches fast
Beatin' down your block, we do that shit just like a marching band
Spinned that bitch so much that I caught whiplash
Laid that n***a to rest, then fucked around and hit the repast, he can't get up
(Tradfortyfive)
[Verse 1: FastMoney Goon]
I just copped a dirty stick
Bro 'nem sent the drop, it’s time to show them 'bout this murder biz
Swiping cards, tryna go legit
Lil' n***a, you speakin’ on me, but I never even heard of jit
[Verse 2: YBEEZY]
Nobody died? Then we gon' spin that bitch again then
Fuck who he with, we gon' kill him and his fuckin' friends
Hanging with the opps and we gon' put 'em in the blend then
You ain't got the Glock, then I'll take the FN then
[Verse 3: Backstreet TK]
I ain’t never heard of him
Hop out, then I murder him
Them killers spinned his block, what they did? They T-Shirt’ed him
We can slide back to back and we can go rack for rack
Since that n***a actin' pussy, knock that tat up off his hat
[Verse 4: Tayshotzz]
Speakin’ on the fuckin' guys, you can meet your fuckin' maker
Digging bodies up of out the ground, like the undertaker
Fuck that n***a, bust his fuckin' wig and watch his body drop
No need to do no fuckin’ drive-by's, we hoppin' out the car
[Verse 5: FastMoney Goon & Backstreet TK]
They caught him lackin' like a addict and start shooting, huh?
They jumped out on him from [?], he missed his Uber, huh?
He missed his Uber, chopper dumb, I think he need a tutor
Tryna catch him downtown, while he riding on them scooters
We got Draco's, FN, Glocks, and we got Ruger's
All my n***as 'nem got bodies, check the news, boy, you ain't stupid
Neck shot, headshot
Glizzy tucked, feds out
He like, "Why you had to leave?", 'cause that pussy dead now
[Verse 6: Tayshotzz & YBEEZY]
Yeah, that pussy dead now
Faceshot, green dot
Swing the block, clear it out
Reverse the clip, we poppin' out
Strapped like a dyke, like it don't like n***as
All that ProTool thuggin', better keep your fuckin' pipe, n***a, it's a ugly sight
Switches on them Glocks, yeah, them bitches fast
Beatin' down your block, we do that shit just like a marching band
Spinned that bitch so much that I caught whiplash
Laid that n***a to rest, then fucked around and hit the repast, he can't get up