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ques3ten - opppakk #mishonpacklol lyrics

(verse 1: ques3ten)
b+tch we got glocks and k’s
shooting through your brain
riding ‘round with kilo
b+tch we finna hit a stain
someone tell that pedo
that he finna get hanged
these bullets f+cking lethal
b+tch you better stay away
b+tch ain’t you a gamer
you don’t want no static bro
if you keep on talking
we finna turn him to a f+cking ghost
burn him like some f+cking toast
just like that one boy
we got big ole straps
b+tch we don’t play with toys
turning up the city
b+tch we been making noise
f+cking on that biddy
white girl named hanna
and i ain’t talking montana
unless we talking tony
moving that white girl
yeah we making it snowy
f+cking on an opp b+tch
told that b+tch blow me
b+tch we got gas
yeah we never on e
big ass k finna part the sea
just like i’m moses
choppa make him disappear
hocus pocus
we finna serve him bullets
just like a hostess
after we done
they gon need a f+cking sewing kit
so they can put your ass back together
if it’s cold i can change the weather
sending shots at everybody floyd mayweather
talking bout he smoking lizzos
b+tch that blunt look like a pencil
(verse 2: kiloyugi)
they said i’m gon make it n+gga, they been rootin for me
you say i ain’t that n+gga, you a f+ckin dummy
why these f+ck n+ggas spreading rumors, they don’t know the summary
whip that g+lock out that’s doa now they gon stitch his tummy
come round wit whoever it’s not safe, knock off his b+tch or homie
burn em down with k’s and drac’s, we smoke em he a f+ckin stogie
deep up in that water like a laker, let off 8 like kobe
i’m a skinny n+gga but at least n0body ever stole me
i ain’t purp n+gga i ain’t never b+tched out
gang on a n+gga ass we gon leave a n+gga stressed out
pull that n+gga down to h+ll now let’s see what he talkin bout
man f+ck what these n+ggas saying they ain’t what they rap about
tryna be like me you gon have to go harder
passed a couple n+ggas look who the f+ck going farther
ballin hangin on the rim n+gga i ain’t vince carter
saw him out in public in public push his sh+t back like a f+ckin barber
n+gga 5’6 gang how the f+ck my choppa taller
he ain’t on sh+t gang brodie ain’t no shot caller
kilo always been the motherf+ckin top shotta
hangin out the window steady shooting till i hit his māthā
the way this hoe be suckin d+ck can tell that she ain’t have no papa
you gon have to k!ll me just to stop me put that on my mama

- ques3ten lyrics

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