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KA$HDAMI
KA$HDAMI
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Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
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David Wallace
David Wallace
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Tywonn Within
Tywonn Within
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Will Taylor
Will Taylor
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Fwthis1will
Fwthis1will
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1ksensei
1ksensei
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(They gon' fuck with this one, Will) Baow! Baow! Speed (gang) (Sensei, I hate you) (Oh, my God, KA$H) W-w-when them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block He-he-he was talkin' hot, he got some bullets from this Glock (fah-fah-fah) Mister post up pourin' fours inside my soda pop Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps then let y'all watch Took advantage of that TikTok, now I'm goin' up, just check the stocks That's an opp, headshot, body shot I gotta go, can't be a shot In the car, spin the block Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop" My main bitch on emo, she did Paz in the cathedral I'm too fly just like an eagle The niggas I'm with be evil Anybody, cannot fuck with people 'Cause my shooters really lethal Smokin' good gas, diesel Pass the work, I thread the needle You can't hang around my people 'less you got somethin' illegal Baby, we can make a movie and go rewatch it at Regal None of these niggas want smoke for real Tough on the 'net til you get killed I make music money, now I'm not the one who be on drills Because I got shit to lose, and I know you cannot relate I put my partners in position, everybody got a plate We shippin' packs to state, to state I wake up and stuff an eighth She too fond over my J, I go to school after I face (gang) Smoke in the air, yeah, in the air Pu-pu-put 'em in the ground, but his soul in the air We gon' wipe his whole gang out, man, this shit ain't fair Fe-fe-feelin' like a villain when I'm chillin' in the lair Pull up in that damn Demon shinin' like a chandelier With that Kel-Tec, bitch, I'm 1400, start a real mess We got more bodies than the real death, yeah We got more bodies than the real death, yeah W-w-when them streetlights on, boy, don't come on my block He-he-he was talkin' hot, he got some bullets from this Glock (fah-fah-fah) Mister post up pourin' fours inside my soda pop Feel like Dope As Yola, I just smoke my opps then let y'all watch Took advantage of the TikTok, now I'm goin' up, just check the stock That's an opp, headshot, body shot I gotta go, can't be a shot In the car, spin the block Now I'm at my shawty spot, told her, "Come over, give me slop"
Writer(s): David Wallace, Tywonn Within, Will Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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