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10kdunkin & atl smook – shoot yo mans lyrics

[chorus: 10kdunkin]
ayy
running to the money, i ain’t gettin’ tired
gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
keep that stick on my side
won’t say hi, b+tch, i’m high
all my n+ggas, they gon’ ride
all my n+ggas, they gon’ slide
they don’t need a reason why
all these bands, i pulled that glock right out my pants
yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f+ck my plans
heard that n+gga want some smoke, i might just have to shoot her mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might have to shoot your mans (yeah)
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might just go shoot your mans

[verse 1: atl smook]
yeah, no guitar, i play with bands
i call your b+tch, she bring a friend
i flex so hard, they cannot stand
i got this sh+t out the mud, i didn’t need no helping hand
lean so hard, i don’t think i can stand
chopper blowing like a fan, ooh
dirty kitchen, pots and pans
my wrist love to dirty dance
i spent one k on my pants
i might take a trip to france
count a backend when i land
drip on me came from j+pan
he say he gang, he not my mans, ooh
for the fam, i gotta go hard
yeah, you know it’s stack or starve
foreign cars parked in my yard
foreign cars in the garage
i said lil’ b+tch we living large
life’s a gamble, play your cards
if you stay down, you gon’ go far, yeah
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
ayy
running to the money, i ain’t gettin’ tired
gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
keep that stick on my side
won’t say hi, b+tch, i’m high
all my n+ggas, they gon’ ride
all my n+ggas, they gon’ slide
they don’t need a reason why
all these bands, i pulled that glock right out my pants
yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f+ck my plans
heard that n+gga want some smoke, i might just have to shoot her mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might have to shoot your mans (yeah)
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might just go shoot your mans

[verse 2: jwitdabeam]
ayy, all of my n+ggas, they rob
all of us felons, we can’t get a job
i done did some dirt on the way to the top
just like the glock, i know i’ma pop
my mom know i’m trapping, she want me to stop
these n+ggas be hatin’ but they stuck in cost
i got it from [?]
when i turned thirteen, fell in love with a glock
every day i wake up, i go get the bag
i f+cked this b+tch, had to shoot her mans
i’m up in the trap, i want one more band
i can’t see the hate through these cartier lens
i can’t see the hate
these n+ggas ain’t real, boy, they fake
every day, n+gga, i run up the cake
that n+gga try me, he get shot in the face
i got a scope, so do not run
[?] i tote a gun
i f+ck her once and then i’m done
that ho fell in love, she think i’m the one
you knew what it was right from the jump
i’m still in the trap, i rap for fun
i make ten bands every first of the month
how that’s your mans? he don’t got a gun
[chorus: 10kdunkin]
ayy
running to the money, i ain’t gettin’ tired
gotta watch my back, gotta keep that fire
keep that stick on my side
won’t say hi, b+tch, i’m high
all my n+ggas, they gon’ ride
all my n+ggas, they gon’ slide
they don’t need a reason why
all these bands, i pulled that glock right out my pants
yeah, this bad ho keep on calling me, she tryna f+ck my plans
heard that n+gga want some smoke, i might just have to shoot her mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might have to shoot your mans (yeah)
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans
i might have to shoot your mans, oh
n+gga playin’ with these bands
but, lil’ n+gga, i ain’t playin’
i might just go shoot your mans

- 10kdunkin atl smook lyrics

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