| Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain’t buyin' that
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| He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
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| 7.62 god, I got that name because I’m firin' that
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| Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I’m dyin' at
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| If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
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| And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
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| Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
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| Who can’t do a show up in the city? |
| Bitch, this my shit
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| I’m slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up
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| Ayy, you remember on that day, I shot so fast the fifty bust?
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| No, you can’t be the gang, you know it’s hard for us to gain some trust
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| You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us
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| Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can’t never go out bare
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| Think my shooters, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare
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| My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
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| Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair
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| Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can’t never go out bare
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| Think my shooters, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare
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| My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air
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| Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair
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| Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain’t buyin' that
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| He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
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| 7.62 god, I got that name because I’m firin' that
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| Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I’m dyin' at
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| If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
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| And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
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| Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
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| Who can’t do a show up in the city? |
| Bitch, this my shit
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| Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day
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| Shooters ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray
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| Calmly burnin' these 'Woods, I been smokin' Runtz to the face
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| Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape
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| Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape
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| Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped
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| Pockets almost obese, I ain’t tryna get 'em in shape
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| Might pop out in the hood, I’m familiar with all the J’s
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| Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays
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| Catch his ass down bad, I’ma get him up out the way
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| Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A
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| Told him don’t make a move, it’s like sixty up in this Drac'
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| Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain’t buyin' that
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| He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at
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| 7.62 god, I got that name because I’m firin' that
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| Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I’m dyin' at
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| If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it
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| And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me
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| Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
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| Who can’t do a show up in the city? |
| Bitch, this my shit
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| Lil' bitty bitch, brr
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| We gon' do a… on a nigga, ayy
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| Sixty shots up in this chop, tryna hit thirty, nigga, ayy
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| I’m Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you
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| Brr |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 7.62 God , by - Pooh Shiesty. Song from the album Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп