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key glock, kato2x & zo trapalot - hustlers & shooters lyrics

[intro]
(montana corleone made this one)
(sosa 808 got this b+tch knockin’)

[verse 1: key glock]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b+tch, i keep that glizock on me, it’s a part of my drip, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
that chopstick like a beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
yeah, i’m all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
i’m cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp’, no sympathy
my circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can’t get in
tell the opps get off my d+ck, yeah, that’s just for your b+tch
[verse 2: kato2x]
srt so fast, i might die if i switch the gears
cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
shoot ’til you get k!lled, on bond, i spent ’bout two mil’
can’t be stopped, sat back and did some time, but i know this my year

[verse 3: zo trapalot]
yeah, uh, fightin’ cases, still trappin’, uh (a lot)
this ho got no ass, but got a nice face, i still capped her (no cap)
rollin’ up opps on the daily, we dump bullets and dump ashes (yeah)
racks in my pants got me saggin’, for this bread, three+sixty crashin’
nothin’ but closed caskets, n+gga (fah)

[verse 4: key glock]
headshots, no campin’, n+gga (yeah)
have my young n+gga wrap a n+gga (wrap)
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with no rapper n+gga (uh+uh)
yeah, no cap, no actin’, n+gga (no cap)
these n+ggas, they fake, they action figures (yeah)
i hopped in the coupe and i smash it, n+gga (skrrt)
ten whips in a row, white folks like, “he ain’t no average n+gga”

[verse 5: kato2x]
pull up presidential
suv on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
drop lo’, know we gon’ k!ll him
m’s on m’s, murder, millions, i might just send ’em
sh+t bag gang on one album
certified stepper be the anthem, i ain’t have to go to trial
these n+ggas like to talk down
spent that on a watch, real cartier, real bustdown
[verse 6: zo trapalot]
rr gang, make sh+t bite dust
chopper save the day, but in glocks we trust
left out with your jewel, then a rap n+gga f+cked
she f+cked kato and me, she cut
runnin’ through the money like backpage sl+ts
bags in the trap, no, i can’t get enough
smell it through the bag, man, this sh+t got a must
big boy bag, know this sh+t a+plus

[verse 7: key glock]
plus, yeah, i been ballin’ and gettin’ my bucks
yeah, it’s never ever ever too much
got two maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
it ain’t one girl in this world that i trust
i be takin’ my stick everywhere, so what?
i told tezzo don’t switch up for nothin’
sh+t, but he got a switch on his gun

[verse 8: kato2x]
uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
lam’ truck, rolls+royce, d+mn, which one?
rr cutthroat, know i’m finna bomb
catch him lackin’, your shooter, we gon’ cut off your arm
real big dog, n+gga, i ain’t no pom’
diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
make a n+gga fall face+first if he try to run
[verse 9: zo trapalot]
yeah, p+ssy, do your job, youngin trained to rob, all my young n+ggas on go, uh
never pull my card, better pray to god if you think lil zo a ho
same young n+gga sticks in the coat
you know we leave sh+t in the road
can’t be around us if you told (nah)
you know that we cuttin’ your throat (throat)

- key glock kato2x zo trapalot lyrics

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