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303bk$ - stuntin' like my daddy lyrics

(303bk$)
ayy i heard he was talkin
but where he at now?
boy you a ghost
you ain’t neva pop out
we in the trenches
we really got rounds
hunnid round drum i dont care bout no clout
they tried to run but we flipped that whip
ain’t throwing hands we just empty the clip
i dont show no mercy i dont got no heart
he was talkin tough now he up with the stars
n+ggas play gangsta til sh+t get dark
they ain’t outside they just playin a part
i don’t need no switch i can beat me a n+gga
if he talk down we gon see bout that n+gga
we dont do peace we just creep on a n+gga
better think twice fore you speak on a n+gga
i dont trust sh+t, i keep one in the head
say he want smoke, now his brother is dead
i just got paid finna run up a check
you worry bout hoes i worry bout bread
b+tch ima villian, i move like a demon, i dont do feelings
my heart outta reach, i was 14 tryna slide wit the reapers
now im focused on makin em bleed
now im out here diggin em graves like im plantin a seed
(983bk$)
he think he a shark we’ll turn him to a dolphin
catch him in traffic, he runnin
he joggin
he dont gotta gun why the f+ck is he talkin?
b+tch shut the f+ck up fore you end up in a coffin
i keep a switch i ain’t doin no boxing
i make the news, i dont do no talkin, he wanna tweet
we gon put him on fox then, tell his momma
“come pick out a suit for the options”
b+tch i got racks i ain’t swippin no visa
glock with a switch make his ass have a seizure
he tryna run but those bullets move quicker
now he on the ground like a f+ckin sneaker
she call me daddy im not finna keep her
pass her to the gang, now she feel like a beeper
he dropped a song that sh+t was a sleeper
we droppin opps its gon play through the speaker
he got a pole he ain’t even use it
you not a shooter just stop makin music
he hit the net but dont step in the field
try to play tough now his face on a quilt

(303bk$)
b+tch we spin like beyblades
his homie got hit he ain’t say names
i pop a opp then i pop me a bottle
we celebrate drillin like birthdays
how the f+ck is you tough
but you tellin
how the f+ck is your street but you yellin
b+tch i get active without even a percy
i get in that mode and start pressin that melon
b+tch i dont wrestle this glock ain’t for grapplin
hop our that v then start clappin
ain’t with the talkin ain’t doin no actin
tell em come slide and see what happen

- 303bk lyrics

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