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lil ki114r – untitled song lyrics

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untitled song lyrics
lyrics from snippet:

[intro]
brrt(memphis)
glock 26 or 44 bulldog(nope)
maybe an’ ar+15 wit’ a .223 scope an’ drum to

[refrain]
know i need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
if i lose it all today i’ma get it right back
don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya right back
i’m just running up the field tryna get another sack
tryna whip up some new crack

[verse 1]
and it’s still a few hitters from the six (six)
jumpin’ over bodies when them boys say, “hit the switch”
n+ggas dip, who you think around the corner? it’s a drill (it’s a drill)
all these blues on me, man, they thought i had a deal
i’m from the six, we don’t do no drive+bys
walk up, it’s a hit, f+ck who you with
we gon’ pull up bangin’, all my n+ggas gangin’
keep a bl!ck, smokin’ on that stankin’, man, that sh+t get dangerous
draco, ain’t no aimin’, all my k!llers anxious
like, “who is him?,” you don’t think the n+gga safe, he lose a limb
fifty thousand for the chain, half of that’ll get you hit
ah sh+t, caught that boy dissin’ lil boo, now he dead
all bl!cks, we just play this sh+t for keeps, that’s all year
i let it off, i keep my bl!ck, i set it off up in this b+tch
i seen it all, been in this sh+t since a lil’ youngin’, since a jit
he said it all, i heard that boy, he rat, i heard that boy he snitch
i bet it all, i bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (brra)
a hundred fl!cks, that’s a hundred shots, look like we takin’ pics
took memo a trip, he just start shootin’, i told him, “get a grip”
she watch her left, sayin’, “six hundred k’ll get you k!lled”
and i’m off a pill, i’m just sittin’ back, how i got the drill
[chrous]
these n+ggas hoes, you know, i know
he think he sl!ck, i know he told
i’m on the road, still tottin’ pole
my gun be hot, your sh+t be cold
if you get caught, you better not fold
he had a case, his bond on hold
he still locked up, it’s takin’ long
she wanna know when he comin’ home

[refrain]
know i need a bigger bag to get a bigger pack
if i lose it all today i’ma get it right back
don’t cross that line boy got some hittas that’ll move ya right back
i’m just running up the field tryna get another sack
tryna whip up some new crack

[verse 2]
i’ll shoot’ em in the back(slime you out)
ain’t tryna twitter talk cut the chit chat
i’m my city one thing you can’t do is lack
know snake n+ggas that’ll stab you in the back
i remember when i touch my first rack
i’ma run it up night i ain’t never look back



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