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Alto (feat. Jae Reload) Video (MV)




Performed By: Wavii Banko
Language: English
Length: 2:19
Written by: Jeffery Moody, Tony Smoak




Wavii Banko - Alto (feat. Jae Reload) Lyrics
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Snitchin' in the consequences is death
Bitchin' on the gram, that's a weird flex
Hittin' to the drum, have nothin' left
Pray for his recovery, you can always be next
I of a grim reaper, all I do is see death
Pull up on a nigga, keep shootin' like a heat check
Lookin' for the clip in the couch like the weed left
Patting on my sides ain't no dance that's a reflex
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
We stay with steel like the beef never end
Extendo longer than suffering, we got the gun again
Hate it when I miss, I ain't tryna be a gentleman
Bullet holes in the building, that's close to home
No stretching, pure dope, they be soaked foam
We got the tool like a smash and grab
Cause these niggas be getting smoked like the fattest bag
Desensitized and numb, the shootins get slept through
Down to spin like they don't care who you next to
My homies to get up and go like let's move
They point and fire like been tryna catch you
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
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Snitchin' in the consequences is death
Bitchin' on the gram, that's a weird flex
Hittin' to the drum, have nothin' left
Pray for his recovery, you can always be next
I of a grim reaper, all I do is see death
Pull up on a nigga, keep shootin' like a heat check
Lookin' for the clip in the couch like the weed left
Patting on my sides ain't no dance that's a reflex
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
We stay with steel like the beef never end
Extendo longer than suffering, we got the gun again
Hate it when I miss, I ain't tryna be a gentleman
Bullet holes in the building, that's close to home
No stretching, pure dope, they be soaked foam
We got the tool like a smash and grab
Cause these niggas be getting smoked like the fattest bag
Desensitized and numb, the shootins get slept through
Down to spin like they don't care who you next to
My homies to get up and go like let's move
They point and fire like been tryna catch you
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead
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Writer: Jeffery Moody, Tony Smoak
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