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kiito - 4300 lyrics

[intro]
//kv: b-tch, the song’s on!
kiito: hey man, hey man, leave me alone, dude!

[verse]
yeah yeah yeah yeah
told that b-tch to get back
i don’t want no d-mn love
b-tch i only want some neck
n-gga disrespect the set
then p-ssy boy, you gonna get wet
n-ggas talking crazy, dawg
i k!ll that b-tch and then i jet
like a slip and slide
n-gga imma dip and dive
in your b-tches thighs
she coming through, she top the guys
b-tch it’s 35 bullets in this 45
look me in the eye, and ask me if i want to die
no b-tch, ’cause i still got f-cking guap to grab
and hoes to smash, and bud to p-ss
and whips to crash, and checks to cash
so ask me if i want to die again, oh wait, i can’t
cause, b-tch, i’m already f-cking dead
look
b-tch i am reckless, them choppers and pistols
and 30’s and 40’s
they leave a b-tch headless, big bullets be stretching
i spray at a n-gga, leave him on the ground
boy, he don’t need a stretcher
cooking sh-t up just like dexter
i go berserk, n-gga, i’m the aggressor
p-ssy boy snitching, can’t handle the pressure
he talks to police so the cops don’t arrest him
so much dead bodies, can’t count up the casualties
f-ck a d-mn job, b-tch, i don’t want no salary
i wan’t the money, i don’t wanna work
n-gga, try me, he gonna end up in a he-rs-
they say i copy, but i did it first
try to rob me, leave your -ss in the dirt
holes in your shirt, got you looking like kanye
n-ggas is soft, p-ssy boy need a spa day
i’m on the block, n-gga, monday through friday
when the week ends, in the trap is where i stay
2 b-tches, icarly, sam puckett
p-ssy boy, imma come through with the bucket
pull up and dump it
21 deep like i’m duncan
i just pull up oladipo, i’m dunking
like sonic, i’m running, like gundam, we gunning
we gonna pull up and we give them 100
b-tch i got that burner, and you know that it’s gonna hurt you
make my chopper f-cking buck, just like the t–th on timmy turner
yeah i got that pistol, imma point it at your brother
yeah i know she f-cking with me, but i’m f-cking on her mother
kiito in this b-tch, we load up motherf-cking choppers, n-gga
drum up on the pistol, imma c-ck it, f-cking drop that n-gga
scope up on the 50, i’ll quickshot and pop and drop that n-gga
extendo on the uzi, imma pop my f-cking glock at n-ggas
make them n-ggas run, i call them p-ssy n-ggas bolt
hunt a f-ck n-gga down, i got him in the scope
put my pistol all up in his motherf-cking throat
tell him, “eat the clip,” i leave his neck with bullet holes

[outro]
release that clip at his tummy
i wrap that blunt like a mummy
n-gga, you run to your mommy
bullets blow hot like some takis
imma ride out for my n-ggas
we gonna slide out, pull the triggers
my gang, it keep getting bigger
body bag, zip up the zipper

- kiito lyrics

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