Allegations

by 90Rackss

📝 Lyrics

Lyrics: 90Rackss Music: 90Rackss I keep a stick like a ranger He tried to move off a anger then he got hit

He know his life in danger No we is not hittin strangers Niggas at risk

You was my brudda We came from the gudda We slid for each other But now we ain’t shit

Nigga ain’t stick to the code You told that Shìt made me sick

How could u fold u that scared I had to cut off a rat head

762 size of a flat head popping nigga like blackheads

Face shot yk that’s it’s ova Take off all u hear is the motor We send niggas to hell then it’s ova Bitch I Shoot like im dellavedova My Stick hold 9 plus 7 Shit so long it look like railing

I gotta hammer and I’m tryna nail em Ride 3 deep and 2 of us felons

We leave niggas on concrete I had to give em a 9 piece I’m ina hood that’s where u could find me 252 niggas we Grimey

Lil bro up the road call Yc it’s urgent

I need some wheels for certain

Get the drop go purging I catch a opp wit my Glock after dark it’s curtains

On they side everyday we be lurking Them niggas tucked ik that for certain Mask up ona drill like a surgeon Walk up wit the steal tryn hurt em

I took 30 I’m activated

I’m tryn spin when I’m aggravated

We go to war like a gladiator

And my My Glock burn radiators

I saw the statements and you still saying they they allegations

You was sittin ina room prolly contemplating

I’m done talking Tear up his back he done walking Ain’t tryna chase em my gun hawk em Wnd We spin they block like it’s so often

Put dirt on my name and diss ona gang I hope he know it’s gone mcost em

Can’t get away cuz bro hawked em Jump on this shark lil bro lost em

I had to work on my jump shot Now when I shoot i follow thru

Ar15 wit the bump stock let off a shot out this chop it’ll swallow you

When u jump ina cab ima follow you The shit in my head diabolical Got glocks like iraq that explode like balma fluid

We tryn lurk where the ops at

I’m tryn make me a opp pack

you Ina streets show me where u glock at

Allat cappin stop that

The ops be dissin on gang go put in some pain them niggas ain’t still ain’t got back

I put right to his Frame he had a fro on his head we chop that

We Left him bald his top flat Them niggas weak they not that Extend my xd compact He got killed on combat

This shit kick like tekken My Choppa spit ina second Wessenons glocks and 357’s You pick either hell or its heaven

Ina streets I could give you a lesson

Get a pack and a gun to invest in

We Leave the scene under discretion under the ground that’s where u be resting

I use to trap ona block Wit my gun on my waist they know I aint worried bout ops

I had to watch for the cops They wanna see me lock They tryna put me ina box

Big 90 they can’t stop him She pullin da drawers tryna top him Pray to the lord whenever I sin 16 in my Glock but I shot ten

They got the gang on lock They stuck inat box free them real Niggas locked in

Spot him ina streets then he boxed in Get active on feet then I hop in