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leeky g bando – two three shots part 2 lyrics

[intro]
(traphouse mob)
they know who really pullin’ up (that structure)
(yo, [?], turn this up)
grrah+grrah, boom (that swag)
(luca on the track)
they know we shot clock clutch, like
twenty+three shots if he jackin’ the [?]
and we still gurbin’ n+ggas (grrah+grrah, boom)
g bando jordan (ebk)
that strucrture, brrt the–
[verse]
uh, provoke the violence, uh, i will justify it
they say the [?] dyin’
you just a rapper, i do the slidings
say we never get back, but they keep gettin’ hit, uh
let me talk my sh+t
you backdoored ya’ mans, now we smokin’ that sh+t (cj)
how you sayin’ backdoor don’t exist?
like, don’t let me find out the addy
n+ggas keep sayin’ they spinnin’ on [?]
me and qb get to spinnin’ through flatbush
two+three shots if he [?]
i’m not your regular rapper
park up and shoot up, not callin’ for backup
he got robbed for some [?], uh
and my ‘ooter from overseas just got his passport
i push a b+tton, put you in a backboard
and we smokin’ on cj, [?] backwoods, like
and my ‘ooter from overseas just got his passport
i push a b+tton, put you in a backboard
and we smokin’ on cj, [?] backwoods, like
call up the cuz, get it crackin’
two buy, too fly, ‘miri jeans, blue mackage
‘member three+eighty, she think she a bad b+tch
[?] and flashy
i’ma [?] you to check my average
every structure rapper really clap sh+t
most of these rap n+ggas really be rappin’
most of these rap n+ggas really be–
[?] ciggy, i pack him
if i see max, i bet know [?] slap him
i be quick to turn him to a caption
he gon’ snitch if he see i got jackie
like, pop champagne, cheers
’cause gang end n+ggas’ careers, bali
low opp b+tch and she callin’ me daddy
suckin’ my d+ck till her lips get ashy
like, give me the drop on them boys, b+tch
talkin’ on blaze, he just gave us a target, uh
now we k!llin’ they artist
act like you know, we got ammo and armor, uh
i told jj to spark him, like
creep up, don’t alarm ’em, like
26, what? free [?]
ya n+ggas got my n+ggas f+cked up
i heard boy survive, he locked up
me and bizzy, two+three chops, one truck
both signed a deal and we still tryna park on them n+ggas
i ain’t give a f+ck ’bout them n+ggas
you disrespect structure, we spun on the n+ggas
and that’s everyone of them n+ggas, grrah, grrah
and lil’ 16 mad ’bout the last track
when i see him, it’s up for them n+ggas
i ain’t wanna give him no attention
they keep suckin’ d+ck for recognition
couple n+ggas beefin’ over b+tches
tell ’em n+ggas, get up out they feelings
no, i ain’t cop a cuban or a pendant
i’m still up a hundred independent
n+ggas steady watchin’ what i’m spendin’
why these n+ggas watchin’ pockets?
made a flip on the low
’cause these n+ggas profit+watchin’
that’s why i keep pocket+rocket
i got a hit him if he think he got a victim
too many n+ggas dyin’
my circle got smaller, the money start multiplyin’
[outro]
i push a b+tton, put you in a backboard
and we smokin’ on cj, [?] backwoods, like
(yo, [?], turn this up)
i push a b+tton, put you in a backboard
and we smokin’ on cj, [?] backwoods, like
(luca on the track)

- leeky g bando lyrics

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