lub minu & kayglo - shootout lyrics
[verse 1: lub minu]
arp it hold 60, b+tch
so don’t play with this
all the opps they steady cliquing up, on that scary sh+t
[?] ain’t no switching up
it’s that pressure, b+tch
we gon’ come through once we get the lo’
know we facing sh+t
know we got the switches on them gl!cks
[?]
all my shorties jumpout gang
they jump out, they don’t do no miss
send a n+gga right up with this .223, b+tch, meet the reverend
and my n+ggas steppin’, strap him down with that illegal weapon
know that we get wild
we be outside, we step for all these faces
muda (muda)
bookie (bookie)
speak on wreck: we gon’ bang it
hopout gang, wе tryna hang sh+t
[?]
b+tch, these amiri jeans, thе newest things
they none of this sh+t
i got [?]
[verse 2: kayglo]
it’s me and minu and y’all know just how we get
walk all on they sh+t
illegal sticks, both of them got switch
masked up, they ain’t even gon’ know who did the sh+t
all the opps went about guns, used to stomping on they sh+t
that fully+automatic make that n+gga crash in traffic
bail out, get to clapping
n+ggas flodging, we ain’t with the bappin’
put up in the crib
them weakass trillers, come and make sum’ happen
n+ggas know just how we get
pull up, hop out, chasing sh+t
lil twonoo do the dash, and hit the gas
ain’t worried ‘bout the d+cks
all the hoes be on our d+ck
stalking, liking all our pics
tryna hit the block, that’s [?]
my youngest reckless
come through this b+tch tryna flex, they taking all your sh+t
[verse 3: lub minu]
yeah!
we young and reckless, running up
don’t give no f+ck about no camera
if we catch him, wet him up
could give no f+ck about no diss ‘cuz i call lil shawn get you touched
holon’ shotta dump a ‘hunnid, make the lil b+tch crash the truck
yeah!
hop up out that car
soon as he fall, run up, face him
me and lil twon turnt to [?] sh+t
we scr+pped now erase him
spinning back+to+back on demon time
tryna catch sum’ and erase it
n+ggas cap and ain’t know sh+t
i swear to god, these n+ggas faking, boa
no, i’m not the one
‘cuz i’m gon’ pull up, hop out, bl!cking, boa
new glock with a switch
it hit you up and having you shaking, boa
call up lil [?]
he gon pull up, fry your ass like bacon, boa
kaycee in this b+tch shaking dreads like he jamaican, boa
[verse 4: kayglo]
and i get wild, like i come from the zoo
see he front his move
i up my bl!ck and i’m like: “who is you?”
yeah, we let n+ggas woof
but in real life they ass know what we do
lil ray cast the wheel, i’m out the window, 7.62
run up on me, gun you down
b+tch, you gon’ hear buck sounds
spin they sh+t like ferris wheel
we be all through the town
my roster full of shooters
once we shoot, look like a shoot around
my n+ggas in the trenches smoking dude’nem ass right out the pound
yeah!
++clapping++
yeah, that’s all you hear once we jump out the v and hit his cap
really living what the f+ck i’m saying, i’m living what i rap
i can’t wait ‘til i get on so i can put gang on the map
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