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shootergang kony - red flag lyrics

[intro: shootergang kony]
(ah)
(baow, baow, baow)
(aye, aye, ssg)

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
yeah
if he tryna smoke, send him boulders, i’m t, boy, you know this
ain’t ridin’ round with holsters, i’ll put you on these posters (baow)
bro, please let me smoke you, this f&n my chauffeur (yeah)
i ain’t have no coaches, i’m focused, i’m focused
n+ggas getting smacked, boy, we know this, we know this (yeah)
know i’m with my folgers, we both rollin’ stonin’
40. on my waistband, who said they was the coldest? (n+gga)
bold world, i’m a bold n+gga, i’m the boldest
“funk or die” the culture, these older n+ggas vultures
we slumpin’ n+ggas ovеr, you better have yo motivе
you better get yo motive, phone keep me focused
broke boy, you joking, yo clique got no motion
n+gga, we could play tag, you be with the rollers
catch you in yo whip, beat it up till it exploded (boom)
45. heavy in my jeans, so it’s pokin’ (ah)
and i’ma get the last laugh, suckas got me loaded

n+gga, i ain’t been home in a month, i’m running cake up
heard yo n+gga got popped, they hit his ass with a layup (baow, baow)
you ain’t got a body, we don’t beef with no fake thugs (b+tch)
f+ck around and pop a n+gga, tried to sell me fake drugs (baow, baow)
and if the b+tch broke, i’ma act like i hate f+ckin’
and if her bag right, i might let the b+tch suck sum’
yeah, b+tch, tell me where the bag at (yeah)
and if a p+ssy n+gga play, we turn him to a hashtag
and we smoking out the pack, and thumbin’ through these racks
do the h+lla geekin challenge, n+gga, where yo bag at?

[chorus: shootergang kony]
n+gga, f+ck a big homie, i’ma pledge to my red n+ggas
n+ggas only love you when they dead, or they dead with you
s500 ridin’ benz, lay your legs different
tryin’ get my n+gga off the meds, cause his head missin’ (huh)
f+ck a big homie, i’ma pledge to the red flag (red mob)
sneak dissin’ while yo homie dead, with his dead ass
we ain’t throwing no white flags, we do head+taps (baow, baow)
i know what you did last summer, you ain’t get+back
[verse 3: shootergang vj]
we ain’t throwing no white flags, we be shooting first
was finna k!ll him, but he died tryna do a perc
this finna k!ll you, but this switch on me do you worse (frrt, frrt)
swear my daughter slowed me down, i was doing dirt (hah)
went through the worst with the same n+gga switched on me (aye)
you a lil n+gga, i’m yo big homie, big homie
n+gga thought i had on chuck taylor, but these rick owen
he was thinking with the wrong head, put a b+tch on him
33, but i ain’t scottie, i don’t pass the cane
no cali swag, do my dougie when i grab the drac’ (aye, look)
how i get it off myself, like i m+st+rbate
no graduation, pistol clappin’ like congratulations
pistol clappin’ like a n+gga walk the stage
in a bounty, only time i let a n+gga call a fade
i call you brother, you know i’m a call away (aye)
know some n+ggas had potential, and they threw it all away

- shootergang kony lyrics

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