"Out The Dodge" lyrics

Go
Long live my brudda, we did kill your bitch ass brudda
Know how the fuck we bleedin' man, fuck all my opps [?]
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
Go, go

Hunnid shots got the drop but they rookie ass missed
How the fuck you in the streets, nigga, without a switch
I'll be damned nigga take my kit
I'll be damned, catch a opp and I miss
Lot of old hoes mad 'bout my new bitch
Pretty and petite, that's why they pissed
I spank real ass ain't worried bout shit
Go, go

When it come to the trenches
BloodHound, Shorty Mobb, niggas know we winnin'
I give two fucks 'bout who feel finimous
Up in the store, any block we spinning
BloodHound, we ball that bitch in the city
Hit a line 'fore I fuck I say free Diddy
Right foot creep, kill his ass doin' griddy
Backdoor my homie, nigga I ain't showing pity (Go)

I ain't gon' lie foe
His ass tweakin' foe I ain't gon' lie
It ain't just like I'm killin' his ass for no reason, shit
He doin' fu shit, sayin fuck the guys
Sayin' what he gon' do to them, motherfucker
Aight bet, finna show yo' ass, go

I'm back in them cars, nigga I'm back spinnin'
We get on this call, lil nigga pay attention
Give no fuck who he is, kill a nigga he a witness
Give no fuck who he is, nigga take that pendant
Just got a new strike, lil bro'nem take cars
Calling out my hoes, tryna get a garage
He lying on his gun, nigga a facade
Got a Glock in LA, nigga I ain't gotta dodge, go
(Mm, -lock in LA, nigga I ain't gotta dodge, on foe'nem)
(Long live my brudda, we did kill your bitch ass brudda)
(Go, go, go)

Hunnid shots got the drop but they rookie ass missed
How the fuck you in the streets, nigga, without a switch
I'll be damned nigga take my kit
I'll be damned, catch a opp and I miss
Lot of old hoes mad 'bout my new bitch
Pretty and petite, that's why they pissed
I spank real ass ain't worried bout shit
Go, go