Unaverage Gang - 187 Lyrics

F*ck yo feelings homie
I give a f*ck about opinions or your story brodie
I'll f*ck yo bitch and burn her soul inside the purgatory
You think I give a f*ck of what you bitches think about me?
Bitch F*ck your judgements cause, i'm spitting on your f*cking grave
Y'all should know the f*ckin name it's UNAVERAGE GANG
We blowing up like a mothaf*ckin hand grenade
Yung T.R.I.P. the grave digger out of f*ckin Vegas
Two legends in the making

If I murder mothaf*ckaz then it's going to be a goodnight
Leave a mothaf*ckin dead with a steel knife
Running and gripping my 9 till they all die
Real eyes realize that you all lie
I been a savage since 7
UAV be the one that is ending your session
No second guessing
This that mothaf*ckin gang land affiliation

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You burn within, cause I bring the sin
I open doors just to let it in
You won't find, what you can't find
And you bitches hide with them flawed minds
This shit a joke with a little bit hate and a little bit of hope
This the life I chose, I accelerate on the roads I know
I lived enough that I lashed out on what the f*ck was passed out
This f*cken is game is trash now
And filled up with these cash clowns
Unaverage always holds down, and fix with what we wrote down
Your feelings don't mean shit now, we on the top and won't drown

All the haters wanna do is talk shit, and dick ride, never wanna accomplish shit
No drive, where the f*ck is all grave-diggers
Bet you mothaf*ckas gonna flee the scene when I pull the trigger
Never gonna stop me now
Better think when you talkin down
Stand yo ground
It's that UAV gang shit and we lock it down
Yuh

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