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shootergang kony - friendly fire lyrics

[verse 1]
hit you with this 4 fifth f+ck em we don’t know sh+t
spinning like a vhs tape till my pole cl!ck
like peyton manning i can give a n+gga motion
if you had vision you would see yo n+gga’s open
opp that boy loafing hit his top get a bonus
big guns give a n+gga sh+lls master roshi
groupie boys tryna ride the wave billy ocean
n+gga’s out here fonking with they self like they logan
who me? you know i’m expialodocious
i ain’t picky boy i’ll take whatever n+gga’s holding
never did chores i seen close homies folding
still don’t smoke weed i smoke opp n+gga’s sober
know the job done if i put my n+gga’s on it
opp’s don’t even wanna shoot they tryna pass likе sabonis
ss we plugged in like a cronus
whеn n+gga’s play with us we in the streets like we homeless

[chorus]
one body, two body, three bodies, four
n+gga’s act crazy till we sitting at they door
five, 6’s make a n+gga get up out the way
after 762’s put a n+gga in his place
y’all slide we slide n+gga ei
big sh+lls tip a n+gga fitted cap ti
i been inna field with it since levi’s
n+gga’s think sh+t good i don’t see why
[verse 2]
ops just caught another case
if that was my bruh i woulda got em out today
freaky ops telling b+tches they just want a taste
same b+tches send me screenshots of em i could play
i done got stupid out the sun roof
no escape who you n+gga’s finna run to
red life style sh+t i wanna undo
she was trife but i told her could come throught
aye, i done seen gangsta’s get popped and turn witness
we dropped so much sh+lls in they side we hit guinness
i ain’t sora b+tch you know my cl!ck got no limit
you just tryna leave cause you ain’t got no b+tches
opp’s unhealthy hit they block they show fitness
the one’s that work out be getting stretched like gymnast
no suitcase show you hoes i mean business
all my opps cl!cked up i call them n+gga’s red ribbon
all my opps switched up and tell me ima real n+gga
you know i got that tommy ain’t no f+cking hilfiger
old school chopstick know i eat my meals with it
only hit that b+tton once and ever they still sh+tty, aye
n+gga’s hit interrogation leave a testimony
that n+gga switched you got no choice mu n+gga get up on em
i ain’t never made a beat but i’m forever rolling
and her cooter wasn’t fat until i made it swollen
[chorus]
one body, two body, three bodies, four
n+gga’s act crazy till we sitting at they door
five, 6’s make a n+gga get up out the way
after 762’s put a n+gga in his place
y’all slide we slide n+gga ei
big sh+lls tip a n+gga fitted cap ti
i been inna field with it since levi’s
n+gga’s think sh+t good i don’t see why

- shootergang kony lyrics

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