Mmmm yaaa
I leave u dead nigga
I'll leave u dead nigga
One in the head nigga
Yeah I'm tryna slide give me the key
Nigga I can't sell you weed
Got PNC get you some cheese
I'm poppin' out i'm with my scammin' niggas
They still clutchin' a Glee
My day one patna he smack switchy
On his black Gen4 19
He like what the hell you mean
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try slimin me
Go get your goals up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm with 44 & we loaded
He just bought a bussdown piece
Got in first bangout out in Huntersville
We was only like 17
Tryna rob us for a hunnid
This 22 had cleared the scene
We not Mo p but this 17 got 50 in my jeans
You can't see it tucked this bitch so good
The police couldn't even see
I'm tryna pop out for a hunnid thousand
And go buy SRT
Come thru the Westside swanging it
See a opp i grab this micro-drac
Just know I'm bangin' it
Swear you hit at us on live
Now your family got candles lit
Cause if we come through
Now you f*cked this shit get dangerous
Yo people sayin' he a good kid
Man what type game this is
You say you sliding but you hiding
Tell me what pain you put in
Try to shoot the fully- AP
But I cannot aim with it
Tryna slide I got this big ass Glock
And it got coolin' kit
Run him down he say he want some smoke
Until his ass got hit
He onna ground
Lil RJ bounce out Glock and it got a fore-grip
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin'
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every-night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try to slimin me
Go get your poles up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm tryna slide who got the key
He was talking hot' you know
I bounce out Glock and witta beam
50 shots straight to the spleen
He tryna run can't run from me
Nigga wanted smoke
But now he dead I put him onna T
Yeah I put him onna T
Like RJ said we clear the scene
I'm tryna hopout truck with big ass pole
You know im shooting glee
Big-ass drac just like machine
If he try spin I put that on my mama
He gon' DIE
Yeah it ain't no stoppin' me
Nah it ain't no stoppin' us
When me and Groove pop out the truck
Big-ass Drac gon' hit a nigga ass
And its gon' send him up
Niggas already know wassup
When me and Groove
We tryna spin
We tryna leave them niggas flush uh gang
Neezy2x - Clear The Scene (feat. Rjgroovy) Lyrics
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Mmmm yaaa
I leave u dead nigga
I'll leave u dead nigga
One in the head nigga
Yeah I'm tryna slide give me the key
Nigga I can't sell you weed
Got PNC get you some cheese
I'm poppin' out i'm with my scammin' niggas
They still clutchin' a Glee
My day one patna he smack switchy
On his black Gen4 19
He like what the hell you mean
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try slimin me
Go get your goals up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm with 44 & we loaded
He just bought a bussdown piece
Got in first bangout out in Huntersville
We was only like 17
Tryna rob us for a hunnid
This 22 had cleared the scene
We not Mo p but this 17 got 50 in my jeans
You can't see it tucked this bitch so good
The police couldn't even see
I'm tryna pop out for a hunnid thousand
And go buy SRT
Come thru the Westside swanging it
See a opp i grab this micro-drac
Just know I'm bangin' it
Swear you hit at us on live
Now your family got candles lit
Cause if we come through
Now you f*cked this shit get dangerous
Yo people sayin' he a good kid
Man what type game this is
You say you sliding but you hiding
Tell me what pain you put in
Try to shoot the fully- AP
But I cannot aim with it
Tryna slide I got this big ass Glock
And it got coolin' kit
Run him down he say he want some smoke
Until his ass got hit
He onna ground
Lil RJ bounce out Glock and it got a fore-grip
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin'
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every-night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try to slimin me
Go get your poles up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm tryna slide who got the key
He was talking hot' you know
I bounce out Glock and witta beam
50 shots straight to the spleen
He tryna run can't run from me
Nigga wanted smoke
But now he dead I put him onna T
Yeah I put him onna T
Like RJ said we clear the scene
I'm tryna hopout truck with big ass pole
You know im shooting glee
Big-ass drac just like machine
If he try spin I put that on my mama
He gon' DIE
Yeah it ain't no stoppin' me
Nah it ain't no stoppin' us
When me and Groove pop out the truck
Big-ass Drac gon' hit a nigga ass
And its gon' send him up
Niggas already know wassup
When me and Groove
We tryna spin
We tryna leave them niggas flush uh gang
I leave u dead nigga
I'll leave u dead nigga
One in the head nigga
Yeah I'm tryna slide give me the key
Nigga I can't sell you weed
Got PNC get you some cheese
I'm poppin' out i'm with my scammin' niggas
They still clutchin' a Glee
My day one patna he smack switchy
On his black Gen4 19
He like what the hell you mean
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try slimin me
Go get your goals up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm with 44 & we loaded
He just bought a bussdown piece
Got in first bangout out in Huntersville
We was only like 17
Tryna rob us for a hunnid
This 22 had cleared the scene
We not Mo p but this 17 got 50 in my jeans
You can't see it tucked this bitch so good
The police couldn't even see
I'm tryna pop out for a hunnid thousand
And go buy SRT
Come thru the Westside swanging it
See a opp i grab this micro-drac
Just know I'm bangin' it
Swear you hit at us on live
Now your family got candles lit
Cause if we come through
Now you f*cked this shit get dangerous
Yo people sayin' he a good kid
Man what type game this is
You say you sliding but you hiding
Tell me what pain you put in
Try to shoot the fully- AP
But I cannot aim with it
Tryna slide I got this big ass Glock
And it got coolin' kit
Run him down he say he want some smoke
Until his ass got hit
He onna ground
Lil RJ bounce out Glock and it got a fore-grip
How you ain't wipe all that cheese
And you ain't poppin'
Yo bitch tell me that you need to be like me
This shit get to me
So every-night I pour me up some lean
I'm tryna doze off with my pole tucked
No you won't try to slimin me
Go get your poles up get your hoes up
You gon' die tryna compete
I'm tryna slide who got the key
He was talking hot' you know
I bounce out Glock and witta beam
50 shots straight to the spleen
He tryna run can't run from me
Nigga wanted smoke
But now he dead I put him onna T
Yeah I put him onna T
Like RJ said we clear the scene
I'm tryna hopout truck with big ass pole
You know im shooting glee
Big-ass drac just like machine
If he try spin I put that on my mama
He gon' DIE
Yeah it ain't no stoppin' me
Nah it ain't no stoppin' us
When me and Groove pop out the truck
Big-ass Drac gon' hit a nigga ass
And its gon' send him up
Niggas already know wassup
When me and Groove
We tryna spin
We tryna leave them niggas flush uh gang
Writer: neo doss
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