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lil cyclone - "50 shot bandit (remix)" lyrics

[intro]
ayy, f+ck that sh+t, man
go
real sh+t, f+ck your dead opps, we still on that bullsh+t, on god

[verse]
they got this motherf+cker thinkin’ he safe, we still slide
you know we lurk and we ride, ain’t no b+tch nowhere to hide
all of you p+ssy n+ggas stay stuck up in your d+mn crib
the whole f+ckin’ gang got sticks, we don’t shoot with a lil’ clip
i can’t believe this c+nt still breathin’, i swear i’m fed up
sh+t, i’m off the meds, i go crazy, better keep your head up
i hit that b+st+rd right there in his d+mn neck, then check my phone
tell the homie, “did you motherf+ckers see that block? it’s done, it’s gonе.”
been, been
i’ve been on these f+cking streets, i been shakin’ trees
i been gеttin’ cheese
i been smashed the hoe you bought gifts for, now you f+cking seize
when the glocks sing, you feel the heat, that’s what we preach
we buyin’ suits, we sendin’ you b+tches to the d+mn bleach
the ap on my wrist say it’s k!llin’ time, what the h+ll is time?
this lame was talking sh+t ’bout my dead man, we left him flat, crying “why the f+ck me?”
if i get locked up, the devil gettin’ fined, no f+cking doubt
your nice+ass little brother ain’t never drill, that p+ssy just run his mouth
b+tch, i said forget that assh0l+ now!
let’s talk about that d+mn car, it got hit thirty times, straight bowed out
that was the one f+ckin’ night i carried a little deuce+deuce
we ran up on that dumb pr+ck’s cousin, watch how quick they lose
my f+cking ogs told me “get the bag, go get the loot”
i’m up in the d+mn booth tryna make a sick track, on a murder loop
or up on the f+cking west tryna put in some work for the loot
go get a motherf+cking hit, or get paid just to shoot
go
me and these lames ain’t on the same d+mn level, when i was down bad, i just got up and fled
his slow+ass internet won’t load, he still ain’t know his boy is f+cking dead
i’m a young psycho motherf+cker who will violate your wife
when they locked my cousin, i was out spinning every single night
i got my d+mn name from putting in work, i own this f+cking pipe
wanna show me you loyal? go put an opp’s picture in the d+mn light
go, go
i never clocked in for sh+t, i push that white stuff down on 95
my jeweler flood my whole face with diamonds, i know these f+cking cowards hate to see me alive
who knew i’d get rich off of these f+cking crimes
this sh+t right here is called f+cking perfect timing
head+taps f+cked up that b+tch’s body landing, whenever—
d+mn i thought the f+cking beat stopped, you playing with me?
1 of 1, b+tch i’m a legend, i’m outstandin’
catch a body, sh+t that boost up my street image
k!llin’ lames and makin’ music, i’m the new age f+cking god, charles manson
my black tee got my jewelry f+cking dancin’
kidnap that b+tch+ass boy for ransom
i don’t know that p+ssy, he’s a d+mn random
that old head’s girl still calling me handsome, she a b+tch
go
i’m a f+cking fifty shot bandit, what the h+ll you gonna do?

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