Itchin'
Kbs Quan
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Starting of my day with the gun in my hand Leave you dead in the desert like you running out of sand You done made my glock hot, somebody bring me a fan How the f*ck is you a opp lil nigga, you was a fan Don't make me turn super Saiyan Up this glock, it'll bust you head open with the pan (Yeah) Yeah, we gone spin again I don't trust nobody, and why the f*ck I need a friend Aye, running down you block yea we at yo back door Nigga, you the type to get set up by a rat hoe Got a M-16 with a hundred rounds like I'm Rambo Up this chop, it'll blow a nigga like some candles Man, I'm tired than a f*ck, yeah I just woke up Everyday I be killing opps, nigga so what Up this chop with the baseball, it hit a home run You sneak dissing on yo phone boy, you got the wrong one Motherfucka it's on, put this Glock to his dome If I get a phone call, We gone send his ass home Up this Glock.45, I ain't talkin bout Jordan Opps talking all night, and they'll be dead in the morning, nigga Oh, I'm pulling up right now Made my trigger finger itching You'll be dead in a minute You was out here sneak dissing Shut the f*ck up, nigga I'll subtract yo ass like I was a mathematician If it's money on the floor, then you know I had to get it I don't know dude but he was a real nigga till he got caught by the feds, but that nigga Out there snitching We finally run up with this drack with the extinctions Up this AK to yo motherfuckin kidney I heard you a Mickey Mouse, I ain't talking Disney You'll get set up by a white bitch, I ain't talkin Sydney Tez just called, said he bout to kill some niggas Middle fingers to the boy I can't believe he snitched I ain't talking broke but this Glock get him fixed No maintenance These opp mad as hell 'cause my wrist look like a brick Drack blow yo fucking brains, leave you stinking like shit Opp bitch tryna set me up Kill her and her friend Lil stupid muthafucka got set up by his mans Like lil Wayne said I don't f*ck with these niggas, too old for new friends Pull up with the chopper like I got ten hands Don't run up on me, you gone die by this watch No Ben 10 Up this AK send them bullets like I'm Birdman (Burrrrrrdd) Then ima keep my wretched, nigga Ima catch ya ass lacking in that traffic, nigga Everybody mad at me 'cause my racks is bigger I just made this beat and I had to kill it If yo ass got some money, you ain't got to steal it If a opp talkin smack, you know I had to kill him Big ass chopper shells Yeah they had to feel them, nigga Made my trigger finger itching You'll be dead in a minute You was out here sneak dissing Shut the f*ck up, nigga Opps talking bout they sliding but they ain't outside Niggas pressing bout they mans but they really fuckin dying Now they tryna kill me cuz I'm from the southside Better keep that same energy when yo mom died Chopper shells leave you dead, I ain't talkin bout flies Got a car full of choppers l, I ain't talking bout plies Up this chopper Hit them up, Hit them up Now he dead If you see a red dot, that shit pointed at yo head If yo ass stop breathing, we gone make yo ass a bed If anybody involved, now yo whole family dead Me and Sqee finally pull up with them chopsticks Now you dead for no reason cuz you ain't about shit, nigga
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