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kill stacy - stacy krabs lyrics

[verse]
they want smoke
picked the right one
n-gga, where my gun?
hit one, he drop to the floor
then i hit his cuz
got his guts hanging out his side
make it hard to run
other homie skrt off in the whip
said, “man, i got a son.”
chase him down, fill him up with slugs
boy, i’on give a f-ck
n-ggas think it’s sweet like hersheys
heaters come and melt you up
belt you up, leavin welts and stuff
i tried to tell you, bruh
mess with us
uzi get cracking sh-t like a sh-ll, you nuts
pull up in a mask and i get it like where it at?
big gat make a f-ggot start spazzing, have heart attack
stats at the maximum, do the same for my stacks
rats get to tattling, whack em and clean the traps
and y’all need to stick to rapping bout sadness cause that’s a fact
and you need to quit the rapping bout blasting and running laps
you ain’t never had no smoke and i see that that sh-t a act
matter fact, pull up on me wherever, i never lack
think you bout it like you p, i’ll take the ps up off yo -ss
think you clout you a fiend, i put the laser on yo head
take that laser off yo head and put that sh-t up on yo mans
n-ggas want to laugh and joke, i cannot entertain it
cause i’m in this sh-t for music and mula, not entertainment
and you faking, trying to get famous
lil boy, that’s not how you make it
just face it, that sh-t you doing ain’t doing nothing, you basic

[outro]
b-tch i feel like krabs in the bank
b-tch i feel like krabs in that motherf-cking safe
where my cake b-tch?
b-tch i feel like krabs in the bank
b-tch i feel like krabs in the safe
where the f-ck is my pay?
b-tch

- kill stacy lyrics

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