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baby kia - do it to em / trick or treat* lyrics

[intro]
i’on even got it
i don’t got it, why that n+gga think i got his glizzy?
hahaha, ’cause i do, ha, i’m one slimey f+cker
i might give it back if i see it’s pop pop, or, nah, nah, he gettin’ quaked too
ha, they say, “bk, get him right” (hmm, rrah)
(ahh, ahh) they say, “bk, get him right”
nah, i don’t wanna get him right, you do it (hm)

[verse 1]
i told lil’ tim to get him right
i can’t go out like [?] you catch a opp, you tryna fight (rrah)
i told that boy he should’ve listened
.50 cal’ rip his intestines, doctor said he need a kidney (mm, mm)
okay, two extra d+cks, but i ain’t g+y
draco swingin’ right to left, you better move, there go lil’ tay
b+tch, you post on mlk, slide the porche truck through the ap, b+tch, i’m lookin’ for lil’—
man, forget ya’
he got a gun, but he ain’t clap nothin’
double back, tim hangin’ out the window tryna drop somethin’
murdеr on my mind, might k!ll my bro, feelin’ like melly
and i might just put the gun down, k!ll him slow, usе the machete
3 just got dropped, you must ain’t heard
eighty shots come out the ca, leave a opp face on the curb
slide the black truck through the ‘burb
hundred round drum on the stick, like, f+ck the five, let’s go to work
watch how bk finger+f+ck the stick, step back and watch it twerk
[bridge]
let’s play a little game i made
all you gotta do is pick a candy bar, one got a blade
if you eat the wrong one, i swear to god, boy, that’s on you
all i know is if you spit that sh+t out, boy, i bet i’d shoot

[verse 2]
.308s bustin’ through the roof
brodie said he tired of steppin’, shoot a hole straight through his shoe
these n+ggas finna make me act up
black car, jumpin’ out the escalade, sticks all inside the black truck (alright)
he think i won’t come spin the block
pop out, rapid fire the stick, make him forget he had a glock (mm, alright)
she say my music make her wet
and her boyfriend don’t know how to spin, teach her how to shoot the tec
he think i won’t come spin that block
pop out, rapid fire the stick, make him forget he had a glock (mm)
i’m just gon’ let him think we good
ridin’ two glocks in the chevy, v12 jumpin’ out the hood (mm)
f+ck n+gga know this sh+t ain’t sweet
pop out, halloween, switch in the crowd, nightmare on elm street (bk)

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