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kshordy - we all we got freestyle lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: kshordy & jarvo]
i’m infatuated, i can’t put that drac’ down
if i see a opp, he try to run, he gettin’ chased down
f+ck a n+gga hollerin’, “kuku gang” them n+ggas ain’t ’round
say he in the hood, bet that draco make him break down
i ain’t spotem, bet that draco make him beat box
catch in the club with a sub and a g+shock
pull up to his window with that cutter, make his seat rock
i ain’t gon’ stop shootin’ till i knock him out his tanktop

[verse 1: la cracka]
let me see a opp, paint his face red like he a f+ckin’ clown
matter of fact, one in his head like he a f+ckin’ dolphin
dissin’ 35, 6s get to flyin’, leave you dead in a f+ckin’ coffin
i can’t mix that meechy and that leeke cause it have me coughin’

[verse 2: jarvo]
in h+ll, yеah, i’m water whippin’ till my wrist lock
hit a n+gga block with a chop till that b+tch stop
all my n+ggas packin’, ain’t no lackin, we gon’ park cars
and, yeah, wе choppas on the a ’cause we some wokstars
[verse 3: jakejhit]
when we on the opp block, we got them chopsticks
ridin’ with a dirty k and a glock, b+tch
i don’t f+ck with groupie hoes, they on some opp sh+t
f+ckin’ tryna get the lo’, won’t get this drop, b+tch
i jump out and swing the door, don’t get yo’ top hit

[verse 4: jvheim]
swing a n+gga corner, pull up on him, bust his head open
hit him in his t+

[verse 5: rico osama]
i ain’t tryna be with n+ggas, they be workin’ for the feds
how you shoot and me and miss this snitch, boy, you must be scared
better duck yo’ taco, i got hot sauce for yo’ f+ckin’ head
glock filled with hollows, [?] red took off yo’ f+ckin’ dreads
should’ve thought before you played with me, glock take off yo’ f+ckin’ head
[verse 6: kshordy]
boy, i can hit ’bout any b+tch, i got my racks up
group ieon my d+ck like i’m lit, told that b+tch “back up”
grippin’ on my d+ck, she wanna l!ck, i told that “back up”
my opps won’t on sh+t that boy a b+tch, them n+ggas act tough
i don’ snuck inside of school with my gat tucked
lookin’ like who want it, push up on ’em, better not act up
i remember will from bein’ hold and gettin’ jacked up
swing they block with hundreds, make they n+ggas call fo’ back up

[verse 7: la crack]
baby k be dumpin’, think it’s louder than a mac, bruh
know i love them ar ps, they accurate it and f+ck sh+t up
if [?] dump yo’ forty, know i drop sh+t
see, me and kshordy keep two chops like they some chopsticks
[?] y’all both gon’ die, you just not sl!ck
all my opps some runners, call they ass rick (ricky)

[verse 8: kshordy]
leeky got smoked, meechy got smoked
john got smoked, quan got smoked
4 got smoked, ace was cryin’ like a hoe
can’t go out like bro that boy’d die behind a hoe

[outro: la cracka]
i’d k!ll a hoe
all them dead ass n+ggas

- kshordy lyrics

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