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keyos – driveby lyrics

[verse 1: keyos]
14 on the b+tch and we be running in the night
got my shoots real with me and we k!lling on sight
just up on my body b+tch you know i’ma bout to fight
and your men are f+cking p+ssy cause you ran away in fright
i don’t plan and i be looking at these motherf+cking hoes
got a semmy in the trunk and b+tch you know its on road
dont care b+tch we get hit with a shotgun
buck shot rounds keep friends or yeah we not done
talking sh+t here get ya brains splat ay
yeah you double up, catch you with the f+cking spray
that sh+t don’t run around here
catch you with my flashlight looking like a dear
i see the hoe a dead b+tch i don’t shed a tear
she calling me the dough man causе i got the gear
glock in my pits with my dear hah ou
b+tch your packing hеat got the 4 for 2
and my ways packing b+tch you got a handgun
you know i’m staying strapped
and never lacking you be capping cause i be k!lling on the savage
k!lling on the savage
run up with the glock b+tch you taking mad damage
i run up on the side with a clip
hit up on yo b+tch we be swerving up the whip
shoot yourself 9 times b+tch we outta 10
riding out the homies sh+t they rocking with the feds
no way, b+tch you playing games so you know i’m taking names
4, 5 shots leave you dead up in the rain
gon miss with the gang, slide with the thang
yeah if you dead or alive yeah that sh+t is all the same
[verse 2: $emmy!]
yeah semmy got some [?], making paper, making green
i’m dming all the b+tches, getting nut all on my screen
i be posting with my shooters, doing laps all round the street
if you tryna f+ck with us, then expect a f+cking beam
got a bean in my mouth, gon swallow
hop up in the foreign, well you know the b+tch gon follow
make a bag hoe, make em waitin till tomorrow
cause semmy making statements, and making the haters watch me blow up apollo
i’m on the moon b+tch, i’m on my rocks (i’m on my rocks)
got yo b+tch wearing only tube socks (tube socks)
making bangers, on my sh+t and all these b+tches who watching me
well they hating all my music, i tell em get the f+ck off of me
b+tch i’m popping the tag, [?], popping a percocet
got the bands in my bag and i mean what said, and my music be worth it [?]
d+mn, yeah semmy making music and bands
oh keyos, pulling with uzis make a b+tch f+cking dance
and i be frothing at the mouth when i see yo girls ass
and when i swipe her with my foreign, let her look at my hands, that’s bars
only pull up with cars, and i be, ay, b+tch, yuh

- keyos lyrics

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