Marcano
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Who in the f*cking trench
You ready for war
Can't you smell the stench
Stack all the bodies on the f*cking floor
Ready or ready cause I ain't on the low
Ain't no time for that old boychinche
Keep that shit in hand it's exploding they get the picture
Hold that watch em fall
Now ain't no revival
The soldier's ready but ain't no survival
Motherf*ckers didn't know us acting like they know shit
Out here geared up but we takin' hits
Hold that the game is eight but we legit
Stress why
We blow them all they get lit
Fire fire we run through fire
Ain't no stoppin' grind the bullet's flyin' behind us
Who they shootin' at
They shootin' bam
I let it go
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Holdin' firm
Holdin' firm
Fighting thru the struggle
So what's up
F*ck a f*cking f*cker
So we ain't winnin'
We don't care
Blow back disappear
Dream bullets two or five three rock
Make a motherf*cking do it
Let em hate
You feel the stress
We keep it comin' like the everyday
No laxxing baby make a hoe
See em squirm
We just begin
And blow that hoe back
And we winnin' them
The grunts we are
We are the grunts
And I say f*ck em' all
And I say leave em' in the dirt
Cause they so f*ckin' cray
And if they wanna see some shit then we just f*ckin' slay
Like blow that hoe back off
F*ckin' no delay
Like i'ma let it spray
Like in
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Marcano
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
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Marcano
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Who in the f*cking trench
You ready for war
Can't you smell the stench
Stack all the bodies on the f*cking floor
Ready or ready cause I ain't on the low
Ain't no time for that old boychinche
Keep that shit in hand it's exploding they get the picture
Hold that watch em fall
Now ain't no revival
The soldier's ready but ain't no survival
Motherf*ckers didn't know us acting like they know shit
Out here geared up but we takin' hits
Hold that the game is eight but we legit
Stress why
We blow them all they get lit
Fire fire we run through fire
Ain't no stoppin' grind the bullet's flyin' behind us
Who they shootin' at
They shootin' bam
I let it go
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Holdin' firm
Holdin' firm
Fighting thru the struggle
So what's up
F*ck a f*cking f*cker
So we ain't winnin'
We don't care
Blow back disappear
Dream bullets two or five three rock
Make a motherf*cking do it
Let em hate
You feel the stress
We keep it comin' like the everyday
No laxxing baby make a hoe
See em squirm
We just begin
And blow that hoe back
And we winnin' them
The grunts we are
We are the grunts
And I say f*ck em' all
And I say leave em' in the dirt
Cause they so f*ckin' cray
And if they wanna see some shit then we just f*ckin' slay
Like blow that hoe back off
F*ckin' no delay
Like i'ma let it spray
Like in
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Marcano
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Who in the f*cking trench
You ready for war
Can't you smell the stench
Stack all the bodies on the f*cking floor
Ready or ready cause I ain't on the low
Ain't no time for that old boychinche
Keep that shit in hand it's exploding they get the picture
Hold that watch em fall
Now ain't no revival
The soldier's ready but ain't no survival
Motherf*ckers didn't know us acting like they know shit
Out here geared up but we takin' hits
Hold that the game is eight but we legit
Stress why
We blow them all they get lit
Fire fire we run through fire
Ain't no stoppin' grind the bullet's flyin' behind us
Who they shootin' at
They shootin' bam
I let it go
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Holdin' firm
Holdin' firm
Fighting thru the struggle
So what's up
F*ck a f*cking f*cker
So we ain't winnin'
We don't care
Blow back disappear
Dream bullets two or five three rock
Make a motherf*cking do it
Let em hate
You feel the stress
We keep it comin' like the everyday
No laxxing baby make a hoe
See em squirm
We just begin
And blow that hoe back
And we winnin' them
The grunts we are
We are the grunts
And I say f*ck em' all
And I say leave em' in the dirt
Cause they so f*ckin' cray
And if they wanna see some shit then we just f*ckin' slay
Like blow that hoe back off
F*ckin' no delay
Like i'ma let it spray
Like in
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Contact the f*ck you think we f*cking love that
Hold that you stressin' let us blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Look contact we love that
Hold that blow they hoe back
Marcano
Rickytone
Marcano
Rickytone
Writer: Richard Marcano Gonzalez
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