| 3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tint
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| .223's in the magazine clip
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| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
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| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
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| .223's in the magazine clip
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| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
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| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| (What we do?)
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| These niggas so fake, man, these niggas’ll snitch
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| Just like some hips, man, these niggas’ll switch
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| He look like a man, but he really a bitch
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| RIP, Andrew, I’ll never forget
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| He died from the hands of a man in his clique
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| That’s why I don’t trust 'em, I kill niggas quick
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| Niggas’ll send you on crash dummy licks
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| And you gone get killed on that bungee wire shit
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| Supposed to be niggas, he fuckin' yo bitch
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| He eating her pussy, you eating on chips
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| And niggas you put on and helped and get rich
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| Will set you up quick and take you down for them bricks
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| I know plenty of stories like Rico and Mitch
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| These niggas is janky, they on that fuck shit
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| I’m janky myself, so I never trust shit
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| Fuck all you niggas, my KK can spit
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| Everywhere I go, I got a burner
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| And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)
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| If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)
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| If it’s beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?)
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| 3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)
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| 3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)
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| Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)
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| 3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
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| .223's in the magazine clip
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| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
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| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
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| .223's in the magazine clip
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| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
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| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| (What we do?)
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| Catch a nigga with a Smith & Wesson
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| Shoot him while he least expect it
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| No eye-witness, no confession, no police and no detectives
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| Nigga gotta choppa', hit em'
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| Grim reaper, then the reverend
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| Momma crying, momma miss him
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| Young Max God, I don’t forgive him
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| Nigga wanna plex like hold up
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| Bullet hit his head, then he fold up
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| I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up
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| Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up
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| Everywhere I go, I got a burner
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| And that carry 30 hollow, she’ll burn ya (Stephen Curry)
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| If it’s beef, then we gonna get you murdered (kill a nigga)
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| If it’s beef, then we lookin' for ya mother (where she at?)
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| 3 K’s in the back, with bullets in em (uh-huh)
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| 3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas (no I don’t)
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| Got my finger on the AK trigger (pow pow)
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| 3 K’s, cause I don’t like niggas
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
|
| .223's in the magazine clip
|
| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
|
| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| Groovin' through the city, high, and limousine tent
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| .223's in the magazine clip
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| If I catch ya on the block, then you gone get chipped
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| Shoot the whole clip 'til the trigger go click
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| (What we do?)
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| Double trigger, 40 Glocks, and AK’s
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| Double barrel shotty, will blow you away
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| Catch a couple of bodies, throw 'em away
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| These niggas act like roaches, spray 'em with Raid
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| These niggas’ll dap you and smile in your face
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| But really they salty, cause these niggas hate
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| They see that you trappin', you moving that weight
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| These niggas is mad, they not getting enough play
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| You think he yo mans, but he really a snake
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| Public informant, he work for the state
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| Video footage, recording on tape
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| Surrounding your house and now kick in yo place
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| Drugs in the cabinet, cash in the safe
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| Weed in the trash bag and drank by the case
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| Coke in the attic and gun on yo waist
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| That boy ain’t yo nigga, he work for the Jakes
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| These rapper niggas talkin', but I really do this shit
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| I been juggin', selling hoes, way before this rap, bitch
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| Fucking bitches, selling drugs, on the dub hitting licks
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| Moving pints, selling lean, finessin' niggas out they shit
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| Nigga wanna plex like hold up
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| Bullet hit his head, then he fold up
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| I don’t kid around, I’m a grown up
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| Shoot a nigga down, then I po' up |