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kane frost - cold ambitiona lyrics

[intro]
keep this b+tch recordin’, i’m speakin’ straight facts
long live my brother, your homie got turned to a pack, go
(ayy, this sh+t get reckless, kane)

[chorus]
5.56 finna tear through his back
i was slidin’ on sh+t ‘fore i knew how to rap
brand new glock, watch me let this b+tch clap
get the f+ck off the ‘gram, come step on the map
when that switch get to singin’, it’s tearin’ through flesh
hollows rippin’ his stomach, got blood on his vest, go

[verse]
most of these n+ggas be cappin’
talkin’ online but ain’t really active
beam on the pole, got attachments
let this b+tch bark, turn his ass to a caption
we boxed his ass in, he got hit with a hundred (boom)
caught his ass lackin’, now his whip ain’t runnin’ (skrrt)
drac’ with a drum, b+tch, this ain’t for thе stuntin’, go
glock 23 with a beam, watch it spit, that lil’ n+gga got left in a ditch
don’t run, don’t trip, that’s the samе way his brother got blitzed
closed up the block, they ain’t servin’ no bricks (dumbass)
it’s me and my twin tryna empty the clip
ain’t trustin’ no thot if she ain’t eatin’ d+ck (b+tch), go
got hit in the leg, but they say that i’m dead
spun back on they block, put some shots in his head
talkin’ that sh+t, but ain’t slid for yo’ mans
still chunkin’ up b’s, still droppin’ them m’s (f+ck ‘em)
been ot too long, but i came back and aired out the whip
mini drac’ in my bag, it ain’t fully but still got a kick
i’m only eight teen but i sent me a blitz
boyz n the hood, i’m the one with the stick (let me out this b+tch)
had to hop out the v, only had three shots but they hit
it’s a man down on yo’ side, now it’s time to swap this stick
i’m up eight, it would’ve been ten if it wasn’t for rick, if it wasn’t for nick (no bap)
they want me to rap, but i’d rather go spin
they took my brother, i need all them dead, go
[chorus]
5.56 finna tear through his back
i was slidin’ on sh+t ‘fore i knew how to rap
brand new glock, watch me let this b+tch clap
get the f+ck off the ‘gram, come step on the map
when that switch get to singin’, it’s tearin’ through flesh
hollows rippin’ his stomach, got blood on his vest, go

- kane frost lyrics

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