Smoked Outt Records - Steal or Get Stolen lyrics

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Smoked Outt Records - Steal or Get Stolen lyrics

(Lil Derrick Talking) Wussup, wussup its all gravy baby Sheit n***a wussup, Josaphene Brian? What you working wit Baby? (I'm working with six figures top of the line n***a) Oh sheit I'm like Jigga n***a 8 figures baby sh** i done smoked you outt My n***a chuck in this b**h and Day-Shawn, Darrel, Buck Ya nah i'm saying its all gravy my n***a Brian and Kifa With the bubble (Verse 1: Lil Derrick) Head Bussa young thugga houndred percent ryda Need a bag of that green to act a donkey with that chopper Come through like a earthquake Masked up in all black bustin' fiftay I dont play, everything in my way become a targot f** talkin' I'ma let my chopper do my talkin' Dog, in all black thats how you find me If i got beef I can't let no n***a steal me, I'm valuable So i ride with a Cali-co Everywhere i go, you know New Orleans cut throat As it is keep your vest out to keep it real Get it how you live choppers, SK's tote 'em when ya ride Benz and spit 'em random 50 shots will split ya Ain't no need for that vest dawg f** ya chest a n***a tryna knock ya head off They want ya brains up out ya head So they know ya dead We want ya face on a shirt And ya mama hurt I ain't with gettin' stole thats why i ride first, ride first {Chorus} Its steal or get stole Ride or get rode on Its steal or get k**ed n***a bust or get bust on (BLOAW) Its steal or get stole Ride or get rode on Its k** or get k**ed n***a bust or get bust on (BLOAW) Its steal or get stole Ride or get rode on Its k** or get k** n***a bust or get bust on {Verse 2: Day-Shawn} Cap peeler, head bussa, innocent wig splitta Paper hit for 6 figures, want him gone? Get his picture And even when I see him, I'ma blast his b**h a** Walking light but i put ski mask bustin' at ?? Hurry up and get from round the scene with me n***a No witnesses no suspects when you see'n me n***a Me, lil Derrick a.k.a B.G. who beez me n***a Ridin' side of the chopper, score some beef with me n***a Ride fly 'till I'm stunt'n I'm f**ing gettin' my shine on Send smoked out price to the realm of Day-shawn I was born a hellraiser p**y forgettin' paper chaser f** with my fetti, coming with me to Jamaica Now, blucka-blucka non-stoper Fifty from out the chopper Empty the magazine release my anger when i pop ya I'ma straight ride n***a Tot'n that iron n***a For 35 I'll leave him on the ground dyin n***a I'ma straight ride n***a Tot'n that iron n***a For 35 I'll leave him on the ground dyin n***a I'ma leave him wet-flat on his back And then finish him Bullets he feelin' 'em Up lil Derrick ain't hearin' 'em Because i creep silently The Glock on the side of me Derrick ride pa**enger Will he ride or die with me? {Chorus} (Verse 3: Lil Derrick) You's beefin' dont hesitate to ride my n***a Slide fifty off in the chopper and open fire my n***a My clique 'bout drama, Smoked Outt we a mob You beefin? scared to freeze it? 5 G's and we ride I hit blocks in broad day, f** waitin' 'till night come I'll be in black at 12 noon with 100 in my drum Its steal or get stole ya betta play how it go If ya know like i know freeze ya beef n***a Dont sleep 'till your target rest in peace n***a If ya scared go to church and pray to the man Cause dog I ain't playin' When i spin the bin sprayin' I'm tryin to leave ya brains layin' Spin the bin in a Rover with the TV's playin' Me score, Chuck and I'm JB Young ryders, real n***as who dont play Who'll k** you, and shoot up where ya moms stay Come to your funeral and walk with ya partners all day, all day {Chorus} (Verse 4) I'll leave ya spot dimenished Call me the demolitioner I'm coming like in a wet dream with 50 flesh rippers Pack the chrome now I creep, spray ya block like mace Cover ya face aiming for anything above the waist All they gon' hear is bang, bang And all they gon' see is bloody bodies, bloody bodies Who seen what? 'Cause they get hit too Put a eye on your lips and watch what you saying 'Cause me and my n***as we with the spraying Blood play, thats all i know Look where I was raised up, Wild Willow Runnin' with a bunch of k**ers, if ya cross me they'll spank ya Run ya down and spray ya, drop ya down like a acher Meanwhile, i seep like carbon dioxide right in ya eye You can't see me I'm camouflaged Ya screetchin' ya spot your house, I'll clean ya Bust like a blood clot, sneak up on you like bird sh** And left a F-I-F-T-Y attack like paranas in packs And leave you the opposite of dry, WET {talking} f** I'll burn a n***a block like Raid ?? wha, wha, wha {Chorus}

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