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cb x suspect x c1nna - still active (leaked old version) lyrics

rah, it’s bkay una

(bubush)

what’s with the lying what’s with the capping?
most man don’t ride with the intent to k!ll
so what’s the point of drilling if you ain’t tryna do k!llings?
i ain’t tryna say that i’ve k!lled before
but my intent is to drill some more
tryna put all of the opps in the morgue so man can end this war
pull up and smoke man’s sibling
man done did it had your bro in surgery, these time donnies riding 30
[?] so i bucked man early
tryna remove man’s headback don’t hit lower than chest fam
touch one of mine you’re a dead man, dead man, dead man, and i mean it
i ain’t no rapper, i’m a driller that raps it’s a different mеaning
i don’t like to share but thesе bells here the opps can keep it
just got a rusty wap needs greasing but same way ima beat it
bad on the net real life they nervous
weren’t on nuttin’ when i saw them in person

how’s man got chat for the a?
when more than 4 blocks felt our rage
lebz got shaven gutta try back 2 blades they both got put in their place, yo
how many times i chased gh and blitz done duck, duck, goose with the gauge?
yevz too greasy stepped on his j’s
nut nut got shaved, ‘secret’s not safe’
how many times they hid their wounds?
you know that’s your blood on your shoes
but they still got no shame, he’s 30+ tryna boost his snapchat views
no we don’t get down irrelevant yutes
he deserved it if we turned him zoot
askar confused like “who are these yutes?”
cah mizz got packed and they left no clue
ceemizz get put in my swisher
culprit get put in my blues
gucci get put in my blunt
we didn’t drop dotz, we smoke him too
6 bells get stuffed in the spinner
the dot dot get filled with 2
the ding dong get filled with 4
we head to the 5 and turn off dooks
catch k’s get paid, what ag do
ching ching bow bow, what ag do
turn crack into pounds, what ag do
put opps in the ground, what ag do
smooth criminal i’ll take your boo
thief in the night we sn+tching souls just doing things that grim reapers do
ask the one side if it’s not true

two packs on the block smoke that no biggie
i told n+ggas don’t be silly tryna get an m [?]
finna cook this beef ain’t got no taste, gonna add some chilli
still tryna get this milli opps too scared cah we’re way too drilly
they ain’t really on their block
man’s out here tryna play duck duck goose
if not i’m tryna stack these bundles
just got a bird tryna fly this food
or it’s a movie please don’t move
back then it was shanks on ridgebacks
now it’s just dingers and waps improved
friend of an opp we’ll pack him too
now he’s thinking “what have i got into?”
we’ll do it broadday in traffic, like who’s next up for a packet?
them n+ggas dere say they’re active but we send the young boys there for practise
[?] or slap it compare me and them n+ggas no way, i’m a different type of savage
i can put that on my parents, tryna get rich like roddy
pop smoke tryna get more bodies real life gunnas don’t talk too much
made him ‘drip too hard’ he was tryna say sorry
young thug tryna get that cheque got a bird on man better show respect
nba tryna score 3 pointers, all youngboy tryna get somebody

- cb x suspect x c1nna lyrics

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