km (uk) - all out lyrics
[chorus]
engine roar when we slide through
she like the way i whip it, this is brand new
go back to the crib, yeah we can do
and have you got my back if i say ”i got you”?
we’re going all out
step with b22’s, i got my foot down
racks in rubber bands, i don’t lose count
and this bl!cky’s got a whistle, tell ’em “come round”
hop in the truck, come, we go now
[verse 1]
friends turn to opps so i’m quick to let a bridge burn
pull up and slap, make him crawl like he’s got worms
and i ain’t using words, i let my burner talk
get up close, point blank, let it burst
i know the sket so i’m ten steps ahead
got a bullet for your head so think twicе how you step
don’t be daft, that’s like smoking weed with thе stem
g+lock in the benz, plenty straps in the ends
and i don’t need a platform for the truth to be heard
on a daily tryna duppy, two hands on this dotty
hop on a plane if i ever catch a body
petrol bath, put my feet up and bake off with a hottie
i’ve got this sweet one, she’s saying that i’m naughty
she don’t even know we press triggers on this forty
in a r8, amiri drip and the glizz
load the clip, bang the stick, shots flying from this two+seat
[chorus]
engine roar when we slide through
she like the way i whip it, this is brand new
go back to the crib, yeah we can do
and have you got my back if i say “i got you”?
we’re going all out
step with b22’s, i got my foot down
racks in rubber bands, i don’t lose count
and this bl!cky’s got a whistle, tell ’em “come round”
hop in the truck, come, we go now
[verse 2]
i brought waps to the block cah it’s only right
catch me with a baddie, late night with a four+five
and free samurai roze cah that’s little bro
he’s got that name, he don’t step with no small knife
say it with chest, f+ck your rep and what you’re on
pulled up driver’s side, slap the twelve through the car
i got gyal in my dm’s, “are you the guy that made that song?
wait, are you the one that’s from the booky side of brum?”
yes i am, still screaming free my k!llers in the can
we got guns like iran, barrels smoke and let it slap
and i ain’t rich, i need eight figures in the bank
put him in my pack so we’re gassed when the cali lands
from the back, she like it rough, give her ass a slap
then tell the driver “step on the gas”
i’m an artist and a stepper, course it’s on man
i was in my cell, rocked his jaw with a one+bang
[chorus]
engine roar when we slide through
she like the way i whip it, this is brand new
go back to the crib, yeah we can do
and have you got my back if i say “i got you”?
we’re going all out
step with b22’s, i got my foot down
racks in rubber bands, i don’t lose count
and this bl!cky’s got a whistle, tell ’em “come round”
hop in the truck, come, we go now
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