Set It Off Lyrics - Bad Lucc

Pussy nigga try me if you wanna 

We open fire on your corner 

Beef, you know you don't want it 

Better go on with all that bologna 

Boy you flaw and you phoney 

I'm as real as it gets 

Your homie soft and he pussy 

I'd rather chill with his bitch 

Finna set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch 

Set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch 

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Shout of them niggas 

On the frontlines with them yoppas 

AOP my nigga, play me on a 1 

I call them knockas 

Money by the bag and fuck your jug 

I get it mando 

Daddy never sleeping when I'm creeping 

It's extendo 

Hanging out the roof I yell my city 

Then I flex up 

Me and Problem gonna check up 

Everything from the neck-up 

My dealer Stony, and he next up 

Skinny nigga hold that tec up 

Beef with me, that shit messed up 

Put 50 shots where you rest up 

Down ass nigga go ape shit 

30 inch on that space shit 

Big boy don't say shit 

Got Little niggas don't play shit 

Hundred k on your people 

To make you niggas look see-through 

Bad Lucc is the preview 

Tear shit down what we do 

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Pussy nigga try me if you wanna 

We open fire on your corner 

Beef, you know you don't want it 

Better go on with all that bologna 

Boy you flaw and you phoney 

I'm as real as it gets 

Your homie soft and he pussy 

I'd rather chill with his bitch 

Finna set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch 

Set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch 

While I took over the city 

Niggas wonderin' how we did it 

Married to the grind, you only shine if you committed 

Overlook your kind 

I don't got time for nothing kiddy 

Got soldiers like lieutenants 

That knock logos off of fitted's 

Be that guy, go 'head be that guy 

Fire in that eye, soldier fly 

Bla bla bla, say hi to Allah 

Fuck these marks, nigga fuck these marks 

I decide your fate 

Young nigga acting like a G, old drug dealers hate 

That ain't real nigga 

That ain't real nigga 

And your squad ain't one real nigga, ain't one real nigga 

On my mom, 'cause if it was 

They woulda told your ass about fuckin' with me though 

Don't ever mention Mike with Tito 

He ain't on my level boy 

Pussy nigga try me if you wanna 

We open fire on your corner 

Beef, you know you don't want it 

Better go on with all that bologna 

Boy you flaw and you phoney 

I'm as real as it gets 

Your homie soft and he pussy 

I'd rather chill with his bitch 

Finna set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch 

Set it off in this bitch, set it off in this bitch 

Double breasted Smith n' Wesson to set it off in this bitch