Correction Lyrics GMs In The Cut by OFB

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Hella GMs in the cut
Bro stepped and said "What's up"?
We just got a brand new dots, it's bruck
This thing gon beat like [?] (yeah!)
This gyally here can suck, pull up your pants, we ain't even gonna f**k
Simple! Even the opp thots on the farm block tug x2

What you know bout screaming out "wet him!"
What you know bout the back door [bossin?], them man running I'm screaming out "get him!''
And I can tell you bout big men, when, Turner was hopping them fences
I guess he just want that shisha, oh well damn just call us preventers
Bruv really check never leave your bredrin, big boy 2s we don't f**k with no blanks
And if you get spotted on a glide, pull up your pants and do up the dash
Buckin to us, let's see who's bad (let's see)
Couldn't give a f**k if you're mutual, chilling with them then you'll see my shank
Drillas in the cut got violent friends, they do leggy and leave their axe
Rammy on me no point in the lies, I've hopped out on guys, we're in love with the glides
Pull up, 9, we bore up spines
Face get 4 and your chest get twice, headlight soft, no chase in the ride
Couldn't get him so we done up his guy, sh*t damn sad now him mommy gon cry
Grip on your shank cuz I'm rolling with mine (bad b*t*h on the farm block)
4 door [?] where it started, stainless steel, inject where your heart is
How many man been one of our targets? He got splashed and he got drenched
And all now it ain't said where the farm is, grip on that and empty the cartridge
Pack so smelly like bro just farted

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