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Kill him at the light 'cause he got caught up out of bounds When he got hit with a four nick, he made a different sound Young nigga flip the clip on you, you get turnt to a pound Been had them switches but shit different, nowadays, I'm itchin' So when I spin, I'm tryna leave like three, four, five victims Hop out and we aim for tees, who gon' go out blickin' Nowadays, this shit hot, like some fuckin' Lipton Can't even make too much shit, drop these niggas, keep on snitchin' So you gotta be smooth when you walk yo opp and make sure he ain't livin' How you fuck with me and you on they block they made me draw my pistol And they know I like to get close up, Big Bluе he 'bout that issue Sprint that .55, rippin' yo tissue, talkin' that shit, thеn we gon' get you Smoke an opp and mix his ass with some Bristol In the Lamborghini Urus, I missed you All I gotta do is drop the dot on you and they gon' blitz you They come slidin' through, hop out masked up, there go them killers And I cannot wait, put that brand-new stick on a gorilla Since they wanna hate, keep on killin', blow this shit up bigger I can demonstrate, how to blow the top-up off a nigga Say he heavyweight, but if he ain't killin', I don't feel him Make it escalate, get the beat turnt way up to the celling I bet they gon' say, when he went out, he took everything with him Long live College my boat man, 44 gangsters, this shit 5L and after this Blue just be up on some gangster shit, what the fuck do they be on? If you throw up 5LK up in this bitch, its gon' go down If you get up in the way up out this bitch, then you gon' drown All them niggas gon' die today up out this bitch, I'm talkin' right now I just bought a new AK up out this bitch, with a hunnid rounds On that day you play, you gon' lay up out this bitch, you get gunned down (gunned down) Spray you like some mace up out this bitch, we flip your crown (run down) APD gon' chase me out this bitch, I can't slow down Fuckin' that bitch, she gettin' tore down I hit the stick, until there's no rounds Hittin' your shit, lil' nigga slow down Used to be six, but what the score now? HG5L, blood on the town Back door, it's no love for a clown .357, let's nobble her now Stick up, can't get drawn for the pound Took opp top, now blood on the ground Got my 5L, thug with me now Sayin' 5LK or 3LK, quick way get zipped up Pillow talk and droppin' names, that there gon' get your bitch fucked I got lots of chopper aim, I hopped up out that flip truck
Writer(s): Anthony Rampias, Myles Packwood, Nico Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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