Smoked Outt Records

Steal or Get Stolen

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(Lil Derrick Talking)Wussup, wussup its all gravy babySheit nigga wussup, Josaphene Brian?What you working wit Baby? (I`m working with six figures top of the line nigga)Oh sheit I`m like Jigga nigga 8 figures babyShit i done smoked you outtMy nigga chuck in this bitch and Day-Shawn, Darrel, BuckYa nah i`m saying its all gravy my nigga Brian and Kifawith the bubble(Verse 1: Lil Derrick)Head Bussa young thugga houndred percent rydaNeed a bag of that green to act a donkey with that chopperCome through like a earthquakeMasked up in all black bustin` fiftayI dont play, everything in my way become a targotFuck talkin` I`ma let my chopper do my talkin`Dog, in all black thats how you find meIf i got beef I cant let no nigga steal me, I`m valuableSo i ride with a Cali-coEverywhere i go, you know New Orleans cut throatAs it is keep your vest out to keep it real,get it how you live choppers, SK`s tote `em when ya rideBenz and spit `em random 50 shots will split yaAint no need for that vest dawgFuck ya chest a nigga tryna knock ya head offThey want ya brains up out ya headSo they know ya deadWe want ya face on a shirtAnd ya mama hurtI aint with gettin` stole thats why i ride first, ride first{Chorus}Its steal or get stoleRide or get rode onIts steal or get killed nigga bust or get bust on (BLOAW)Its steal or get stoleRide or get rode onIts kill or get killed nigga bust or get bust on (BLOAW)Its steal or get stoleRide or get rode onIts kill or get kill nigga bust or get bust on{Verse 2: Day-Shawn}Cap peeler, head bussa, innocent wig splittaPaper hit for 6 figures, want him gone? Get his pictureAnd even when I see him, I`ma blast his bitch assWalking light but i put ski mask bustin` at ??Hurry up and get from round the scene with me niggaNo witnesses no suspects when you see`n me niggaMe, lil Derrick a.k.a B.G. who beez me niggaRidin` side of the chopper, score some beef with me niggaRide fly `till I`m stunt`n,I`m fucking gettin` my shine onSend smoked out price to the realm of Day-shawnI was born a hellraiserPussy forgettin` paper chaserFuck with my fetti, coming with me to JamaicaNow, blucka-blucka non-stoperfifty from out the chopperEmpty the magazine release my anger when i pop yaI`ma straight ride niggaTot`n that iron niggaFor 35 I`ll leave him on the ground dyin niggaI`ma straight ride niggaTot`n that iron niggaFor 35 I`ll leave him on the ground dyin niggaI`ma leave him wet-flat on his backAnd then finish himBullets he feelin` `emUp lil Derrick aint hearin` `emBecause i creep silentlyThe glock on the side of meDerrick ride passengerWill he ride or die with me?{Chorus}(Verse 3: Lil Derrick)You`s beefin` dont hesitate to ride my niggaSlide fifty off in the chopper and open fire my niggaMy clique `bout drama, Smoked Outt we a mobYou beefin? scared to freeze it? 5 G`s and we rideI hit blocks in broad day, fuck waitin` `till night comeI`ll be in black at 12 noon with 100 in my drumIts steal or get stole ya betta play how it goif ya know like i know freeze ya beef niggaDont sleep `till your target rest in peace niggaIf ya scared go to church and pray to the manCause dog I aint 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 JBYoung ryders, real niggaz who dont playWho`ll kill you, and shoot up where ya moms stayCome to your funeral and walk with ya partners all day, all day{Chorus}(Verse 4)I`ll leave ya spot dimenishedCall me the demolitionerI`m coming like in a wet dream with 50 flesh rippersPack the chrome now I creep, spray ya block like maceCover ya face aiming for anything above the waistAll they gon` hear is bang, bangAnd all they gon` see is bloody bodies, bloody bodiesWho seen what? `Cause they get hit tooPut a eye on your lips and watch what you saying`Cause me and my niggaz we with the sprayingBlood play, thats all i knowLook where I was raised up, Wild WillowRunnin` with a bunch of killers, if ya cross me they`ll spank yaRun ya down and spray ya, drop ya down like a achermeanwhile, i seep like carbon dioxide right in ya eyeYou cant see me I`m camouflagedYa screetchin` ya spot your house, I`ll clean yaBust like a blood clot, sneak up on you like bird shitAnd left a F-I-F-T-Y attack like paranas in packsAnd leave you the opposite of dry, WET{talking}Fuck I`ll burn a nigga block like Raid?? wha, wha, wha{Chorus}

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