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abtn - free kellz lyrics

(hook)
i kept it realer than realer
my seven oh seven could k!ll a lil n+gga

and no we don’t feel you lil n+gga
don’t cl!ck imma buss f+ck it slam on trigga
and i’m tryna find my way home
i catch a opp imma stomp on his dome

(verse 1) [abtn]
and no she ain’t callin the phone
blockin that b+tch then i pass to the bro’s

like bullets they passin ya fro
can’t speak on dude he got ashed like a hoe
like bro pack the mac in the coat
ride inna 7 we gotta get low
and they keep on talkin bullsh+t
when i see u i hope that pull it
like yo zel better give еm a full clip
chop up da body not tryna be foolish

i been gone for a lil minute
and i hеard that n+ggas tryna diss
why u pillow talkin like a b+tch
i just hit a newer two oh six
so i’m in the mood to do another blitz
up a 22 the deuce he threw a fit
hit em in the leg he feel shouldn’ta tripped
run around my town new crown i’m k!llin sh+t like
i don’t know why they think i’m the one the play
ain’t no lackin bro packin a .38
you can’t sneak on a 7 pick different lames
tell a oppa to stop an pick different lanes
that lil shawty a thotty for different gangs
sh+t too oppy jus stop it i put in pain
and this what i say when they talk on gang

i do my dance onnat hoe
30 shot glock imma blam on ya bro
and then we brandin ya bro
30 shot chop goin ham onna smoke
and then we taggin ya toe
bullets delete em it’s just a keyboard
and i’m finna spazz when i throw
shoutout my rolla ace kno he the loc
(shoutout will 2)

and this for my gunnaz on t
we finna go an send shots at they spleen
an then we gone hop onna scene
with enough weapons to clear out the street

and this for my double r 7z
we started this sh+t
an gone finish seventh heaven
i luv ya lil n+ggas like ain’t no tellin
so for you i slide with this s&w
up on that block
used to stay by the store
seven oh seven come po me some more
i tol dat b+tch dat lil b+tch i don’t go
sip onnat act but i’m already po’d
hit up the crib imma seek out who home
2 fly 2 ty like you already know
cocaine nose ring
that lil thotty she blown

like she gotta go to up onna sco
an aim at ya hoe and we let it blow like
(yo mari… pass me that sh+t)
i kept it realer than realer
my seven oh seven could k!ll a lil n+gga
and no we don’t feel you lil n+gga
don’t cl!ck imma buss f+ck it
slam onna trigga

(hook)
and i’m tryna find my way home
i catch a opp imma stomp on his dome
and i do my dance in this hoe
turnt the f+ck up cuz we all boutta blow

(chorus) [abtn]
on a shirt
and i know they usually know me
cause that make her put in work
big ole glock
an big ole choppa
we gone flock em off this earth
and every time that she run into me
i’m a flirt
an onnat drank it make you think
like that’s crazy cuz i’m a flirt
(verse 2) [papabiggz]
i’m tryna run up a check on a n+gga
you know how we do
when we get in the streets
rockets bome out and we buss at your sprout
and make you start tap dancin at ya feet
223 hit em it knock out his noggin
no we not taking defeat
yeah we f+ck on his b+tch
and we nut in her quick
cause that lil hoe she a freak
yeah but we knock out his brain
play wit sticks but no not a game
no prince but she wet like the rain
yeah but dis ain’t for stain
no tory just stay in yo lane
if not then we shooting like dame

if we gon slide we gone shoot up yo street
they calling the cops boy they better bring heat
while you banging b+tches i’m banging the bs
rod wave put yo heart on yo sleeve
they say i fell off well i’m coming back
i’m smoking gas right outta the pack
the gun is a stud the d+ck gets
attached yeah we roll a n+gga
smoke him like some thrax
i stood on the block tryna get off a dime
i got a new watch but i’m not wasting time
lil b+tch it’s my turn so just get back in line
he try to run away but i let it shine
my nikkas pop out like ed edd and eddie
i don’t stop shooting till the clip is empty
you rockin stripes while i’m rockin fendi
i got a butler but don’t call me jimmy
this choppa will stand wit no magazine
blow off your leg make you take a knee
glock got a lens you can see in 3d
not talking drank but i’ll make you lean
we run in yo crib and i’m taking what’s mine
we move in silence just close all
the blinds
only thing i regret losing is time
now yo ass chipped up like you using chime
can’t f+ck with rats cause they messy and sloppy
i’m getting the green meaning cheddar and broccoli
i spin yo block and i bet you can’t stop me
i f+ck on yo b+tch and i make that hoe top me

(outro) (abtn)
i made the hoe top me
thotty call tati she eat on my body
pass her to 7z thats 2 makk elevens like
tell that b+tch meet seventh heaven like
i told 8iden use makk 11 like
when you poke up the body no tellin like

an we let it bang (yeah yeah)
with all the gang
we gone let it bang
(b+tch get out my way)
issa new 206 don’t make me take ya b+tch

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