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kiing shooter - blocc spin lyrics

[chorus: kiing shooter]
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh+t, is all a n+gga felt when the glock spit
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh+t
watch this, i f+cked your baby mama like she’ my b+tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh+t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n+ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b+tch
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh+t, is all a n+gga felt when the glock spit (come here)
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh+t
watch this, i f+cked your baby mama like she’ my b+tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh+t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n+ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b+tch
[verse 1: kiing shooter]
i got all these n+ggas mad because i rap now
act wild, errbody know i ain’t gon’ back down (at all)
i think you trynna get some clout he better get it done
i’m not the one, catch his ass again we’ prolly tie him up (stupid)
n i heard of a n+gga p+ssy i won’t say his name
let’s take his chain, have him buy a bag, then get robbed again (f+ck it)
it might seem like a lie but this sh+t is fact
that boy a f+ggot, a n+gga gave you head and you ain’t skipping nothing
n+ggas acting like he tough, and he a ho f+ggot
toe+tag him, leave that p+ssy n+gga with a closed casket
keep on acting like a shooter i’mma run it through him
gun up on me
walking out this building
ain’t no running from me (where’ you going?)
p+ssy keep on throwing subs i’mma send the shots
i spin the block my n+ggas ain’t gon hide bet you dead outside (word)
and ain’t no middlemen you n+ggas better pick a side or i’m outside gon have to get your body at the parking lot

[chorus: kiing shooter]
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh+t, is all a n+gga felt when the glock spit
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh+t
watch this, i f+cked your baby mama like she’ my b+tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh+t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n+ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b+tch
heard you talking on that live i get this blocc spin
hot sh+t, is all a n+gga felt when the glock spit (come here)
caught reflections with them chains that they hot sh+t
watch this, i f+cked your baby mama like she’ my b+tch
i’ve been chasing at the bags they ain’t got sh+t
on my dic, run up if you wanna get your tops split
kept a ruger on my side this is sidekick
no loud crib, these n+ggas out here stressing ’bout my side b+tch
[verse 2: vado]
uhh
n+ggas quick to give you advise, like who needs it?
trynna put this game in a vice and then squeeze it
everyone is speaking on life and succeed it
if you can keep a secret, a secret is to keep it
still spitting that slime flow, we ain’t been treated
long table of wild food i been seed it
i ‘on’t force it, bro force it been leaking
been drip, my sh+t bricks to ten peed it (uhnn)
had a hard day
spent a half of it bagging it, cooking hard yay’
i be in the pal of ho used to the car play
betchu i get every tin hit like a parley (parlay)
drinking henny and chad’nay
surrounded by b+tches in the pj ‘s hallway
about to chess table on the benches in broad day (shooter)
it’s hard to stop when you win, your vision is 4k
vado

- kiing shooter lyrics

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