borleone - gun fight lyrics
[intro: borleone]
young lord
[chorus: borleone]
uh, taking your sh-t like a thief in the night
young borleone, n-gg-, came with the pipe
it’s a gunfight, n-gg- came with a knife
got pounds in the trap, price should be right
i ride with them sticks when i’m in the a
i smoke on og even when i’m in la
i’m trappin’ with baby, i’m servin’ the éses
i’m shootin’ the ar, don’t f-ck with the sk
taking your sh-t like a thief in the night
young borleone, n-gg-, came with the pipe
it’s a gunfight, n-gg- came with a knife
got pounds in the trap, price should be right
i ride with them sticks when i’m in the a
i smoke on og even when i’m in la
i’m trappin’ with baby, i’m servin’ the éses
i’m shootin’ the ar, don’t f-ck with the sk
[verse 1: baby ahk]
slide on the a, i might go down to magic
.32 in my boot, walk around with the magic
gotta run to the store, think i run out of plastic
i’m on my grind so i’m out here faster
two hundred the dash, better clear my p-ssage
i’m in la and i’m wrappin’ up packages
i’m with my éses and they savages
been doin’ this sh-t here, i’m fly like a mannequin
borleone with me and these n-gg-s panicking
i lied to the judge when i said i won’t trap again
they kicked in my door and they found all the packages
they ain’t find the brick so i feel like the man again
[chorus: borleone]
uh, taking your sh-t like a thief in the night
young borleone, n-gg-, came with the pipe
it’s a gunfight, n-gg- came with a knife
got pounds in the trap, price should be right
i ride with them sticks when i’m in the a
i smoke on og even when i’m in la
i’m trappin’ with baby, i’m servin’ the éses
i’m shootin’ the ar, don’t f-ck with the sk
taking your sh-t like a thief in the night
young borleone, n-gg-, came with the pipe
it’s a gunfight, n-gg- came with a knife
got pounds in the trap, price should be right
i ride with them sticks when i’m in the a
i smoke on og even when i’m in la
i’m trappin’ with baby, i’m servin’ the éses
i’m shootin’ the ar, don’t f-ck with the sk
[verse 2: borleone]
i ride with that ar, n-gg-s, they hate hard
i used to make plays with my n-gg- sir trap-a-lot
we runnin’ from 12, n-gg-, block got hot
twenty guns, twenty pounds right up in the spot
slept on the block, twenty bands off of them racks
i go get the plug, n-gg-, for the pack
he said he was loyal but that n-gg- a hot
that n-gg- a runner, can’t come to the spot
f-ck t-shirt, get my bro right on a chain
long live my ahk, n-gg- goin’ insane
we servin’ that water, drip, n-gg-, rain
i called up lil fresh, tell him it’s a stain
i call up jahfreak and we make plays
real dopeboy, n-gg-, like i’m ma
young borleone, n-gg-, i’m makin’ the wave
long live sir trap-a-lot, n-gg-s hate
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