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kbf - 2 many lyrics

[intro]
kbf man
kbf man

[verse 1: pounds]
too many chains round my neck (what, what)
so you know i have it on me (real sh-t)
lean, walk in like a zombie (huh)
the glizzy bangs like a tommy (boom boom)
you don’t wanna show me respect (what, what, lil n-gga)
pull up on you in the audi (in the audi)
with the gang thats a ahh-e (with the gang)
we caught em slippin’ in the lobby (caught him lackin’)
tell n-ggas you the connect (what, what, you the plug)
but you re-up on a half b (lil b-tch)
your fiends say sh-t’s trash g (sh-t’s wack)
i’m crushin’ packs and moving half speed (crushin’ dat)
i keep it runnin’ like a track meet (keep it runnin’)
do you n-ggas even got heat (do you got it)
got your shorty in the back seat (huh)
and now she sweatin’ like a athlete (lil b-tch)
balenciagas on just to go make a nip (just to go make a nip)
can’t hit the mall and spend less than a thousand that’s just how it is (that’s just how it is)
that’s just how i live (huh)
i was born on the keele block been my home ever since
(keele block keele block)
you n-ggas is kids (huh)
i been with the sh-ts and i been off the sh-ts (been off the sh-ts)

[verse 2: jynx]
too many drugs on the scale (drugs)
i gotta eye out my kush (eye it out)
reelin’ out then i air em out (boom)
if he ever give me looks (don’t do that)
gang gang can’t leave the country
i hang with too many crooks (too many crooks)
i remember mans who locked me up (huh)
won’t let you fish off the hook (boom boom boom)
take my trappers out the traphouse (trap)
take my shooters off the range (off the range)
kbf on the chains (gang gang)
we made a profit off these stains (off these stains)
gold on my neck so they preein’ (why you preein’)
sendin’ shots then we leave em
i hang with too many demons
she eat up that meat but she vegan (huh)
my pockets rip cause we eatin’ (cash)
401 west and we speedin’ (zoom)
over 200 and leanin’ (yeah we leanin’)
they came to the west and they drowned (drownin’)
i told them that this was the deep end (yeah the deep end)
i’m gettin’ that pack in a matter of hours
you know imma risk that (risk that)
my shooters on road like uber eats
drivin’ round with a big mac (with a big mac)
pull up on your block that’s a mismatch (that’s a mismatch)
we turnin’ around while you miss that (while you missin’ that)
no time for that chit chat (never that)
just show me where all the l!cks at (where it at)
i hang with too many shooters (too much shooters)
i trap with too many villains (too much villains)
y’all n-ggas ain’t no real n-ggas if you see your opps and don’t k!ll em (huh)

- kbf lyrics

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