Set up

Set Up Prod Mayday

packrunnersweatpants! ft.arpsweatpants (kade)

imma get a grammy
flippin grammys bitch its hard times :/

Lyrics:

We gon run inside nigga
Heard that basement door open, why you tryna hide nigga?
Told my bitch the plan im like, you bonnie and im clyde
Nigga we just got the drop, so somebody gotta die nigga

Say, i aint shooting shit…. Sike nigga
Like the dentist fill his forehead make it open wide nigga
Acp wit a sight like a shark it bite nigga
Like great white nigga
Yeah you finna bleed tonight nigga

Suicide, you should fuck wit it n go n die nigga
No revive, in this life you only get one time nigga
Fuck a label fuck a contract fuck a legal bind nigga
Imma maximize off this because this shit is mine nigga

Me and xark, coming up off fraud crimes
Run into yo crib n get to drillin like its farcry
Use yo brain, fore you lose yo brain tryn be a smart guy
Bitch im vader all these rap nigga my sons they tryn face the dark side

One day imma get a grammy
Flippin grammys
Bitch its hard times

Callin that c4
To blow it up
Thats the assault line

San andreas
Got yo bitch shaking
Like a fault line

Yeah she bad
But you think that, thats a diamond
Thats a salt mine

Nigga looks can be deceivin

Niggas talkin shit huh
Bitch we getting even

Niggas acting sick you get 9mm treatment

Nigga this a blick no im not flaggin if im reachin (issa smack)

Imma send that nigga to his homies n nem demons
Send yo bitch to the trap she pick up pack n sumn semen
When we slide best go wit yo bros they runnin for a reason
Lazer onna glock kno where to shoot cuz of this beacon
Nigga dyin if he reachin

Nigga we dont play dat shit we really take precautions
Nigga dis a 20 stack yo mans go inna coffin
Imma shoot dat mag until dat bitch has been exhausted
Nigga think he cold i got this heat you get defrosted

Then yo bitch get frosted
Kel tec bitch i bought it
So lil bitch you know i got it

Runnat shit moe im gon need
Allat innem pockets

Xark finna hit up BOA for dat deposit
Do not come up in this crib
Innat closet is a rocket

Shit blow back
Aim it at yo feet im still headshottin
I could take it off you why the fuck would i go cop it

Blood leakin out his head crimson it look onix 
Niggas hard on electronics

Nigga pull yo card at the sheets or the sonic (fast food)
 Give up the lo’ tell my niggas get right onnit
Yo shit could get popped like a pill antibiotics
 
Oh you need a serve nigga?
You know i got it

You needa hit nigga?
Thats how we movin

You aint getting chips nigga?
Then what you doin?

20 offa percs nigga 
Moenem taking two in

Put em inna dirt nigga
That is my solution

You know dis shit gas 
inside dis bitch why dis bitch boofin

Thats alot of casualtys
You brining yo whole crew in\

223 normality that drill wit that screw in
If i light this gasoline you niggas is the fuel then

Burn nigga
No return 
Nigga inna urn

You gon learn
Doing work wit these niggas
They gon turn

You doing learn doing dirt wit these bitches 
they gon burn

On yo block wit the glock the cleanser 
Nigga you a germ

Grammy's (Prod. enrgy) lyrics in desc

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