RV Gunz - 3 Demons
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(intro: tay hound)
Drilloholic we love you, journey yeah, come here, come here like oyk baow, baow, baow
(chorus: rv gunz) i start flickin' wit my 9
Notti dead nobody cried hop out the v and shoot by supprise, smoke naz he in the sky
Bro tryna flick off the— like he- like he made nigga’s cry you know i'ma throw at your- (like damnn!) throw at your guys!
(verse 1: jt shoota)
If i catch me an opp, he shotdown
Jay stop dissin you a fuckin clown
Me and rv took a trip to the o left edot in the ground like bro felt a round spin two tryin flock at the opps yoo bro flick at the whip i watched two dude dip's catch me a o he get poked in his (like)
(verse 2: tay hound)
Damn she a baddie i’ma beat in the box smoking lil notti he died shoulda had a chop (come here) how many nigga's died on they block your mans died they was talking to cops catch lil dd i'ma let it flock she a baddie i beat in the box (like i said) never can get poked in that spot now look he screamin out ahhh
(chorus: rv gunz)
I start flickin' wit my 9
Notti dead nobody cried hop out the v
And shoot by supprise, smoke naz he in the
Sky bro tryna flick off the— like he- like he made nigga's cry you know i'ma throw at your- (like damnn!) throw at your guys!
(outro: rv gunz)
Grrah grrah come here beam on his back i could never lack
Drilloholic we love you, journey yeah, come here, come here like oyk baow, baow, baow
(chorus: rv gunz) i start flickin' wit my 9
Notti dead nobody cried hop out the v and shoot by supprise, smoke naz he in the sky
Bro tryna flick off the— like he- like he made nigga’s cry you know i'ma throw at your- (like damnn!) throw at your guys!
(verse 1: jt shoota)
If i catch me an opp, he shotdown
Jay stop dissin you a fuckin clown
Me and rv took a trip to the o left edot in the ground like bro felt a round spin two tryin flock at the opps yoo bro flick at the whip i watched two dude dip's catch me a o he get poked in his (like)
(verse 2: tay hound)
Damn she a baddie i’ma beat in the box smoking lil notti he died shoulda had a chop (come here) how many nigga's died on they block your mans died they was talking to cops catch lil dd i'ma let it flock she a baddie i beat in the box (like i said) never can get poked in that spot now look he screamin out ahhh
(chorus: rv gunz)
I start flickin' wit my 9
Notti dead nobody cried hop out the v
And shoot by supprise, smoke naz he in the
Sky bro tryna flick off the— like he- like he made nigga's cry you know i'ma throw at your- (like damnn!) throw at your guys!
(outro: rv gunz)
Grrah grrah come here beam on his back i could never lack
