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realbleeda - ttk lyrics

[chorus: realbleeda]
don’t get caught in the way
i bring choppas on your property
and invade where you live
fill your nose with nothin’ but dust
and all that screamin’ ain’t gon’ help you, but sh+t you straight you finna hush
i already know you wouldn’t living like you say you will
my hitter ttk, he trained to k!ll
be sober as f+ck, when they on a drill
maniac mentality, imma stump on y’all when i’m on the field
you think he would jill, that’s the reason why you gettin’ jacked
move wrong, hear brra, you won’t do that
i know some [?] with a double face, call her pyramid
[verse 1: realbleeda]
my n+ggas will never square
’cause this the life we live
wе know just what it is
n+gga stand on business, let off switches just to gеt the business clear
opp shoppin’, i’m on his reel
be mighty poppin’, you can see all my grillz
bust out steady with it
hot sauce on the belly with it
won’t stop slidin’ like my devil
when shots fired, you gon’ rage just like my critics
i won’t murder you, ain’t keepin’ sh+t [?] steady
i live my life, like i live in a zoo
i know that you ain’t ready
you say you on to some, then who go with your move, this sh+t get deadly

[chorus: realbleeda]
don’t get caught in the way
i bring choppas on your property
and invade where you live
fill your nose with nothin’ but dust
and all that screamin’ ain’t gon’ help you, but sh+t you straight you finna hush
i already know you wouldn’t living like you say you will
my hitter ttk, he trained to k!ll
be sober as f+ck, when they on a drill
maniac mentality, imma stump on y’all when i’m on the field
you think he would jill, that’s the reason why you gettin’ jacked
move wrong, hear brra, you won’t do that
i know some [?] with a double face, call her pyramid
[verse 2: tg kommas]
still they dodgin’ in the smoke
if that b+tch play, then it’s murder that she wrote
can’t put my gun down, ’cause it’s up and we on go
treat my bl!ck just like my b+tch, you know that i’m gon’ keep her close
slang this b+tch in any opposition, shoot from head to toe
since he cappin’ in his caption, b+tch you dyin’ behind my post
hit your block like a thief in the night, you gon’ get your life stole
we stretch that boy, then hit the road
ploatin’ on ‘nother soul

- realbleeda lyrics

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