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lil banjo - catchin' slugs lyrics

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whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out

motha f+ckas wanna talk sh+t
but they never wanna pop out

make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out

pop pop

bodies get to droppin
like yung banshee with his tapes

pull with a bad b+tch
i make her fall in love
when i’m kissin on her face

aye

one time for this sh+t
i be stuck on the road

sax fith
for my b+tch
she be covered in gold

tryna get to the crib
when be whippin it slow

h+lla faded in this b+tch
i said f+ck a parole

what u from my homies aye
h+lla bandz with the gold
inna f+nny aye

never the feel same

on road
doin shows
feelin h+lla pain

written on a stone
they be diggin all my quotes
yea they know my name

hard to say
what i feel
but i’ll always say i’m chill

h+lla tired
from the fu sh+t
kung fu

always tryna go and just hit sh+t
talkin bout
a blunt with b+tch sh+t
woah

catching 20 slugs fatboy

u wannq do it fosho

smokin gas all the time
i wanna do it sum mo

feel the same all the time
its like i don’t wanna go

stay inside
like my feelings
and i won’t let em show

whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out

motha f+ckas wanna talk sh+t
but they never wanna pop out

make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out

pop pop

like
i sent u in the sky
u a floatin balloon

zip ties on ya bodies
leave u cut up and bruised

what u think
was finna happen
bruh
u snooze and u lose

patented leather
on the rims
of my whip

jus to match
with the fit

and then i’m takin ya b+tch
and then im passin her back

because i know
how u feel

u wouldn’t wanna lose ur girl
to a dude

that could rap

whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out

motha f+ckas wanna talk sh+t
but they never wanna pop out

make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out

pop pop

we gone show you what that talking sh+t do

he a p+ssy he gon press the issue

we be living life
sh+t eventful

flip a pack and make it triple
what we do we make it simple
drive the roof on the sh+t got no brains in it

inside the coupe
with ya shawty give me brain in it

she f+ck with me
and she not like you
the same and sh+t

shw f+ck with me
just know she’ll never be the same again

i know you mad cuz i turned to than more just ur friend

imma send a f+ckin slug right inside his head
make sure he’s dead



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