Last Message Lyrics – TG Crippy
Singer: TG Crippy
Title: Last Message
Grrah, every opp shot
Everything dead, everybody {?}
Like, what? gang
Ayo, sam
Gang, gang, gang, like
Like what? (oyk, ogk)
Grrah-grrah, boom (like, what?)
Gang (suck my dick, n#gg#)
Grrah, gang, gang
All the opp n#gg#s sick, n#gg#s know they ain’t never do sh#t
Dumpin’ the well and i’m dumpin’ the clip
Oh, that’s a jet? then i’m passin’ that sh#t
Pass me the grip then i’m packin’ that sh#t
Tryna’ make me a pack in this b#tch
Tana wit’ me, he ain’t havin’ that sh#t
If i pass him the grip, then he clappin’ that sh#t, like, what?
And i’m tired of n#gg#s always dissin’, what y’all did when your mans went missin’?
Chase pop out and he tryna’ dismiss him
Tryna’ knock a n#gg# off his {?}
5th to the sev, pop out, get wicked
We them n#gg#s doing all the shh
And i rеally wish a n#gg# would
Smokin’ on mex, the scent too good
Bout’ to spin through thеse lil’ n#gg#s hood
Tryna’ make me a pack, cause i should
Dump out the v, cause i know that i could
n#gg#s see me and say, “what’s good”
Glock got a knock, you thought you was good
n#gg#s know i put on for my hood
Big doa, when i walk in the spot
If you run up on me, n#gg#, you getting shot
Move hot, the d’s on my block, they lookin’ for chop, but it’s under my sock
All the opp n#gg#s know how i rock, if they come through my block, then we letting off shots
Suck my dick, b#tch, every o shot
Bigdiegz, when i walk in the spot
Lvk, when you come to my block, better drop that 4, or yo #ss getting shot
Sha gz, you could suck my dick, if i catch you, i’m leavin’ you dead on a strip
And i’m smokin’ on woo, you still ain’t do sh#t
Dubskii shootin’, sh#t gotta kick
Mexi shootin’, roll him again
Too many dead n#gg#s in my spliff
Ayy, b#tch, what it is
I’m so tired of these g#dd#mn kids
How you live, and i’ll put that on neezy, these n#gg#s ain’t got no hits
Get griddy, we griddy with grips
{?}, watch out, we take trips
Tg gon’ dump the whole .6
Cops get shot, we don’t give no sh#ts
Hit his face, like {?}
He was yelling for help, make him holler
Hit you with lil’ uzi, whatever revolver
I’m a starter, how you mad, cause {?} just told me that n#gg#s is broke
Sending shots, one hit his throat
Lil mac with the loose, don’t run, don’t joke
It’s a mission, {?} they movin’, they itchin’
{?}, that n#gg#, he b#tchin’
{?}, you snitchin’
You trippin’, {?}
I don’t wanna hear sh#t, you finished
Don’t say sh#t when a n#gg# start blitzin’
Yeah, cuzzie
They know what the f#ck going on
Last message to all y’all lil’ dumb n#gg#s
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Gang, gang, gang
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