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K4T
by Slide4tec
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Listen, it's getting hot outside. I'm in my bag all summer
Don't come around with no negativity. Get your mind right big motion
Oh he havin motion I steal his cash and then I steal his life
I pop up out the cut hear Boom Boom Boom that was a bloody night
I'm always with lluhhjet and lluhrell cause that's my fucking brother
Always tellin jet he gotta chill he tryna swing that cutta
Dom Dom Dom
Say it was on sight don't try to run. I got a switchy gun
Switchy, switchy, make him do a dance, I know he pissed his pants
Simi automatic, I turn it fully it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin motion we dime and then we get the drop
Throwed off in the head, I'm making sounds, I'm sounding like my gun
Dom Dom Dom
Throwed off in the head when I was seven, I started liking guns
Then I turned to eight, I held a fully, called him big ole' bully
He knew I was a smacker, he was sweet, I turned him honey bun
Big body on the run, but I can't catch him, I'ma kill his son
Abusing all these drugs, I'm popping pills, it got me feeling numb
My patnas in a gang, might go step i dont need them dying young
Oh, now he cool, damn, I knew it was a bluff
No need for fighting out of school, I got a 40 and it's tucked
No need for playing by the rules, I tell him shut the fuck up
Bitch
Kill his fucking patna, you was dissing, now I'm on his ass
I took his fucking girl, opp hoe, now you go out bad
Switchy get to trippin, frr, pow, now you in the grass
I'm working backseat, bow, bow, bow i bet i clear the mag
Pow, pow, pow
Nigga, pow, pow, pow
Semi-automatic, I turn it fully, it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin motion, we send a thot and then we get the drop
I'm turning fucking sped, I'm making sound, I'm sounding like my gun
When I pull the trigger, they all scream, im making fuck boys run
He claim he from the streets, oh well, he should of had a gun
lluhhrell he get to tripping ode bad you would think he popped a bean
They throw up ebk like what the fuck la bra you not the team
I know i kill for T, so if you diss, you better not make a scene
My grandpa left me scared so this his chain ain't coming off of me
I'm always in the dark i'm hoping god just look out for me
I know I'm always sinning but i still pray for these demons attacking me
I pop an X i'm out my body,I want that boy to feel my pain
Tripping bout a scram hoe lil bro you know you sound insane
I fuck that bitch I ally- oop her then me and brodie running train
They sayin tec you gotta chill you calming down you tryna change?
Oh, then he changed, man, I thought he was 'my patna metamorphosis hella range
Tec made a fucking hit
Listen, it's getting hot outside. I'm in my bag all summer
Don't come around with no negativity. Get your mind right big motion
Oh he havin motion I steal his cash and then I steal his life
I pop up out the cut hear Boom Boom Boom that was a bloody night
I'm always with lluhhjet and lluhrell cause that's my fucking brother
Always tellin jet he gotta chill he tryna swing that cutta
Dom Dom Dom
Say it was on sight don't try to run. I got a switchy gun
Switchy, switchy, make him do a dance, I know he pissed his pants
Simi automatic, I turn it fully it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin motion we dime and then we get the drop
Throwed off in the head, I'm making sounds, I'm sounding like my gun
Dom Dom Dom
Throwed off in the head when I was seven, I started liking guns
Then I turned to eight, I held a fully, called him big ole' bully
He knew I was a smacker, he was sweet, I turned him honey bun
Big body on the run, but I can't catch him, I'ma kill his son
Abusing all these drugs, I'm popping pills, it got me feeling numb
My patnas in a gang, might go step i dont need them dying young
Oh, now he cool, damn, I knew it was a bluff
No need for fighting out of school, I got a 40 and it's tucked
No need for playing by the rules, I tell him shut the fuck up
Bitch
Kill his fucking patna, you was dissing, now I'm on his ass
I took his fucking girl, opp hoe, now you go out bad
Switchy get to trippin, frr, pow, now you in the grass
I'm working backseat, bow, bow, bow i bet i clear the mag
Pow, pow, pow
Nigga, pow, pow, pow
Semi-automatic, I turn it fully, it's a box on the back of my gun
Oh he havin motion, we send a thot and then we get the drop
I'm turning fucking sped, I'm making sound, I'm sounding like my gun
When I pull the trigger, they all scream, im making fuck boys run
He claim he from the streets, oh well, he should of had a gun
lluhhrell he get to tripping ode bad you would think he popped a bean
They throw up ebk like what the fuck la bra you not the team
I know i kill for T, so if you diss, you better not make a scene
My grandpa left me scared so this his chain ain't coming off of me
I'm always in the dark i'm hoping god just look out for me
I know I'm always sinning but i still pray for these demons attacking me
I pop an X i'm out my body,I want that boy to feel my pain
Tripping bout a scram hoe lil bro you know you sound insane
I fuck that bitch I ally- oop her then me and brodie running train
They sayin tec you gotta chill you calming down you tryna change?
Oh, then he changed, man, I thought he was 'my patna metamorphosis hella range
Tec made a fucking hit