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k$antanna – #counter lyrics

[intro]
k$antanna world
f-ck a mixtape
this the intro

[chorus]
walk in that b-tch and put bands on the counter
i pop a perc and she pop a downer
put the glock to his face, tell him speak a little louder
put his -ss in the grave, paranormal encounter

[post-chorus]
put a tag on his toe that’s a big -ss zip
thirty on me, that’s a big -ss clip
moving funny? that’s how you get shot
big ar, i don’t need no glock

[verse 1]
i get the pack, ball hard shawn kemp
you came with a b-tch? boy i came with about ten
f-cking your b-tch, don’t give me no hickies
put a hole in his back, call his -ss lil ricky
imma slide with them sticks, imma slide with them glocks
either it goes his gone get shot
either way it goes his gone get hit
imma slide in a benz, all black john wick
i’m in the field, you in the yard
i get the pack, touchdown football
he said he want beef, lil n-gga here steak
imma slide on the block with a drum on my k
feel like lil uzi, glock made his -ss shuffle
he dissin on gram? leave his -ss inna puddle
and the ar loud, had to go get muzzle
i went to the gym, glock came back with muscles

[bridge]
tell me the truth now
pushstart the coupe i don’t need no keys now
big ar take his -ss of his feet now
762 put his -ss six deep down
he said he wanna diss? bet
imma slide with a glock, imma spin with a tec
he talking hot sh-t, put the beam on his neck
i feel like nike, finna do it for a check

[chorus]
walk in that b-tch and put bands on the counter
i pop a perc and she pop a downer
put the glock to his face, tell him speak a little louder
put his -ss in the grave, paranormal encounter

[verse 2]
we can scratch, we can shoot, it don’t matter lets go
put the beam on his head, now a tag on his toe
imma shoot from the front, imma shoot from the back
your homeboy a snitch, so that make you a rat
you ain’t never had pressure, you ain’t never hit l!cks
you say you shooter? you look like a b-tch
you not in the field, you look like a mascot
you flexing on gram, boy you look like jackpot
you fumble the pack, i dunk it like shaq
walk down, run down, send shots to his back
imma slide on your block, shoot you and your b-tch
he say he gone shoot me, bet his -ss gone glitch

[chorus]
walk in that b-tch and put bands on the counter
i pop a perc and she pop a downer

- kantanna lyrics

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