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Shakewell – Survival Lyrics

Shakewell – Survival Lyrics

MTM, hit ’em with heat

Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

This a big pistol on me, pull the trigger, watch ’em scream
Y’all ain’t really wanna talk, just see these diamonds on my teeth
I got full clip, thirty shots, watch it dunk
I’ma head shooter, knock yo top off
My oxys like my shooters, they really slaughter shit
I can’t see no opp in public, they just hide and bitch
My migo love me in the trap, I made a sales pitch
Fishscale, stepped on, watch a mans glitch
Fifty on the Rollie, that’s a bust down
I can’t keep on floodin’ out ’cause I’m too scared to drown
I’ma dog, I’ma dog, no Georgetown
He like an umpire, finna catch rounds

Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

Hit the strip, new clip, keep it on me ‘case they pressin’
This an XD .40, I don’t play with Smith & Wessons
Long range, broad day, it don’t matter, watch me stretch him
Yeah I’m still tootin’ out, why they try to make me felon?
I got love for my gang, ain’t no way that I could tell ’em
Bitch it’s death before dishonor, since a jit what I be reppin’
Big steppin’ in Adidas, yeah I put the Gucci down
Got twenty, thirty pairs, only wear ’em in the house
She can never be the one, can’t turn a hoe into a spouse
Ah shit, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch
She can never be the one, can’t turn a hoe into a spouse
Ah shit, spilled a pint of lean up on my brand new couch

Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival
Bitch it’s still ACAB, I ain’t fuckin’ with the Five-O
Fifty plus shots, I can hit ’em with my eyes closed
Who this, who that, you be foldin’ like a Bible
New crib, new strap, keep it on me for survival

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