WRECC Lyrics – 83baby
Singer: 83baby
Title: WRECC
Glah, glah, glah, glah n#gg#
Sweepers K n#gg#
SevsideK, YGK n#gg#
n#gg#s know what the f#ck going on
Glahh, glahhhhh
Wherever they at, Imma throw
Creep up then I blow
They talking on bro but lost so much bros
G-Pop, Fries, both of em float
Do a hit out the rental, get low
Beam on his face, make his head touch his toes
Catch a opp then I’m making a show
Stupid n#gg# should’ve had a pole
Oh she do that hip sh#t, but I’m tryna spin sh#t
Turn the beam on, I’m feeling distant
One in the top, no missing
If I know one thing, Imma blow
Guarantee Imma throw
Faceshot, better duck, get low
Like {?} bold
Like, I got the knocks on his head, on go
He gon run, I’m gon throw
f#ck JB, bullets hit his throat
Bullets too hot, make that n#gg# choke
She try to line me in murder she wrote
Turn the beam, like where did they go
They manz be envy, stay woke
These n#gg#s be p#ss#, straight hoes
Like, get to running when they see my dreads
On columbas, where the {recks?}
Try to push up on me, n#gg# you must be ed
Did you see, let it blow, I go deaf
n#gg# flock for a makk, n#gg# thinking you tough
Where the hoes at? I’m tryna f#ck
Bending through drew with a beam on my gun
{?} can name me a ton
I said {boxes?} to get out my feelings
They can’t see me, with no sinning
Like n#gg#s be rapping not they really living
83 put the dot on his fitted
Like n#gg#s can’t say I wasn’t on that strip
Smoking G-Pop, n#gg# kick
Like switch on a mop, how the f#ck can I miss?
Onna hop, almost crashed the whip
We gon get it together (like huh?)
This sh#t don’t get better
Dummy is dumb when he filled up the stretcher
Think I’m going, I won’t let him (grahhhhhh)
Threw a shot through the sweater (I won’t let him)
Glahhhhhhh
f#cking that boy, let’s go bend through the jects
G-Pop, Fries, Jay6ix, dead
None of them n#gg#s had one in the head
Creep through the {?} looking for some req
Tell them n#gg#s meet me by the steps
Catch fat boy {?} throw a shot at his neck
{?} a run and he fast on his leg
Take a trip to eights cause they mention my deads
But f#ck it, we gon spin through that block
I’m tryna hop out the whip and throw shots
They talking on bro but never spinning blocks
He clearing my phone so don’t get off my c#ck
These n#gg#s is fans, not opps
These n#gg#s don’t spin, they watch
They spin and take pictures like where is y’all Glock
Wherever they at, Imma throw
Creep up then I blow
They talking on bro but lost so much bros
G-Pop, Fries, both of em float
Do a hit out the rental, get low
Beam on his face, make his head touch his toes
Catch a opp then I’m making a show
Stupid n#gg# should’ve had a pole
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