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kolyon – rich gang lyrics

[hook: koly p]
the streets spoke & they been waiting on me
these local rappers they been thinkin’ they me
my n-gga dead i can’t -ssemble the peace
and all my n-ggas see is red when they remember the beef
and i been going through some things
like why the f-ck do these f-ck n-ggas claim that they real then they change
got me going through some things
if i up it then i will, then i’m clutching with the steel to your brain

[verse 1: koly p]
i’m playing hopscotch
sweating off the stove wit them hot pots
and serving powder for the nose to my watchout
i told my n-ggas holla 12
block hot
see i might need another scale cuz the clock out
a dropout or well-known convicted felon
tell the judge suck my d-ck
i ain’t no b-tch and i ain’t tellin’
koly p the sh-t is what you b-tch n-ggas smelling
you f-ck n-ggas chill ‘fore that stick get to yellin’
i’m rebelling
my revolver hold 7 and my dog just bought a stolen mac 11
all dogs gone go to heaven
i’m clutching the smith and wesson
if the p-ssy n-gga sneeze we gon bless him
achooo
mr. f-ck n-gga you, see you done caught that f-ck n-gga flu
see, this what we gon do
if you coppin’ i want too
and my jits sticking sh-t up like some glue
man, free that n-gga cool
[?]
gucci trap thinking bout them 32’s
lil kodak on the ave catching scab after school
my n-ggas on the b-ss smoking loud and selling blues
& you can do the math
just put the buckets with the crabs
i done been crossed and backstabbed
these f-ck n-ggas active
f-ckboys and b-st-rds
who think they real cuz they trappin, give me 4 and a b-st-rd
and ima cop a ghost & call it casper
lil koly bout to blow up pompano like it’s nasa
so shut the f-ck n-gga
yeah my 9 is mathematical
kamikaze koly and my n-ggas they some animals
geronimo
coppin coose like it’s domino’s
first mixtape i swear to god i f-cked a ton of hoes
geronimo
[?]
555
doing deals like we dominoes
p-ssy

[hook: koly p]

[verse 2: koly p]
going on, these f-ck n-ggas think they kolyon
a good fella get cheddar
n-gga neck it’s on
i just sold a whole ounce in a school zone
imma hold this sh-t here down until pooh home
b-tch i’m 10 toes down with no shoes on
n-gga f-ck them levi’s i want them trues on
i want that s550 painted two tones
and all my hundreds crisp just like i’m bouillon
and them crackas they can’t catch me cause that woo on me
playin’ wit that pistol i lost two homies
and i could f-ck yo sister with this new money
it’s a shame what she gon do for all these blue hundreds

the streets spoke, and i am the pope
with the pyrex and the fork i be baptizing dope
[x2]

[hook: koly p]

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