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kahzi ll – rifle on me lyrics

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[intro]
i be

[chorus]
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (ya dig)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (ya dig)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (uh huh, uh huh)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)
[verse 1]
i’m a k!ller, she a eater, jeffrey dahmer
lambo skrrt b+tch i’m not in a honda
these diamonds on me feel like a tundra
ima rake up the green like i’m a farmer
they may go hard but i’m just go harder
cowboy sh+t, pop em with a revolvеr
yo b+tch wanna kick with us, like it’s soccer
take two 60’s, got mе feeling like a monster
my gun get hungry, turn yo block into a buffet
this b+tch get wild in here yeah we turned it into a rave
ima need the extra bonus when i get paid
money’s not an issue, cover my body in dolce
n+ggas make the wrong move
make the wrong move, ima shoot
sh+t it’s crazy, i’m off the juice
ngu, go get the troops
i’m speeding off like sonic boom
smoking biscotti i’m the highest in the room
taking off like nasa, straight to the moon
sorry baby, but it’s the truth

[chorus]
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (uh huh)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (uh huh, uh huh)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck (uh huh)
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (uh huh, uh huh)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck (uh huh)
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)
[verse 2]
fourth quarter baby ima ball
in the paint like i’m john wall
michael jackson, money bouncing off the wall
stand on my money i’m 6 feet tall (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
keep f+cking with me ima go awol
n+ggas making me sick, spray em off, lysol (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t really f+ck with them at all
gang be ready, they on call (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
444, top general (ya dig)
i been smoking on minerals
they said don’t f+ck with us because we dangerous criminals (uh huh)
sometimes we can be imbeciles (ya dig)
we the real ones, originals (ya dig)
all this money doing miracles (ya dig)
putting rick owens on my soul

[chorus]
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (uh huh)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (uh huh, uh huh)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck (uh huh)
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)
pulling off in a maybach truck, while i pour this wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh)
keep the rifle on me, run up n+gga it’s gon buss (uh huh, uh huh)
i really don’t give two f+cks (at all)
they really ain’t f+cking with us (at all)
pour up mud i get stuck (uh huh)
40 on me i’m keeping it tucked (uh huh)