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shootergang kony - smoke lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t plan on jumping the gun
it’s suckers outside, i’ma get me one
who want smoke, smoke? i can give you some
in this life, i do not trust anyone
on me, all these d-mn racks on me
aqui, known to keep a pack on me
on the other side with a strap on me
switch sides, other words, turned his back on me

[verse 1]
smoke, i could give your -ss all that
we been sittin’ outside, where your dawgs at?
say the wrong word, i’ll hit a n-gg-‘s ball cap
midtown yankee, pittsburgh, all that
steeler, hope i don’t k!ll her
let a b-tch try to act dry, i’ma grill her
i don’t wanna f-ck, good joke, ben stiller
i’m from h-llgang, cutthroat, nineteen k!ller
i’m the best at what i do
so like, what’s happenin’ with you?
i heard you lookin’ for a team, well, i’m a captain with you
my b-tch not in the mood, so i cheat like scooter
i’m just playin’, baby girl, you know you make me drool
you got a n-gg- that’s a big risktaker
might bite down now, midtown gator
i be in the field like a first string raider
i fill him up stiff, i do not shoot tasers
probably pump quick, then i sprint, i’m a saver
hoes get left, call that man lane changer
i’m in lv driving fast on decatur
i knocked the n-gg- b-tch, i’ma knock her friend later
glued to the road, kony, he a trailblazer
i’m dame lill, you a sideline hater
free the g-ngb-ng, b-tch, now, not later
when she ask me what i’m doin’, tell the b-tch nothin’ major, huh

[verse 2]
i’m from hoes on the street tryna sell fake product
we be cool with the knocks, them the homeboys’ papas
kony, he a beast, he a homemade monster
you ever seen a n-gg- whippin’ through the party with a chopper? ugh
b-tch, i don’t do no drugs, i could be the plug
cuz poured so much syrup, it’s like he sinking mud
if i know his weak points, i could get him good
shoot him like i should, n-gg-, what? tell him we the thugs
gang on my name, you better respect
it’s hickeys on your neck, boy, you look so stressed
you so soft, dog, lil’ kony, he a ballhog
suckers in the store, we gon’ shut the whole mall off
run up a check what i need
tear him apart with two threes on my feet
glock-22, slap june onna beat
knuckle up, try to fight, leave dude in the street (b-tch)

- shootergang kony lyrics

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