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skyte - cold blooded killer lyrics

[intro]
ayo, ayy
ayy, yeah

[verse]
my n+ggas caught him, it’s finna end tragic
he’s stupid for trying to hide, ayy
we heard that n+gga was trying to rob
so we do him like bonnie and clyde, ayy
and the shirts up, with the glock on my body
so run up, i wish you would try, ayy
my n+ggas catch him, we stompin’ him out on the street
til’ that f+ck n+gga died, ayy
yeah, that f+ck n+gga died, ayy
yeah, that f+ck n+gga died, ayy
then we gon’ spin on his block
and we light that b+tch up like the 4th of july, ayy
talkin’ that sh+t on the internet
that’s the type of sh+t that get you stuck in the [?], ayy
if you try me, on the gang, then i put it on god
we ain’t lettin’ it slide, ayy
yeah, ebk is the gang, b+tch, we k!ll n+ggas
i’m younger than you, and i’m still bigger
got my tommy on me, b+tch, no hilfiger
you can run all you want, and i’d still get you
got yo’ b+tch on my d+ck, [?]
if you want to live, you gon’ have to beg me for your life
yeah, i said it, go kneel, n+gga
on god, yeah
said i can k!ll him, this drac’ can
b+tch, i’m loaded, choppa make him breakdance
i’m gon’ flex on my ex, with like eight bands
but n+gga, we not finna shake hands
you cannot come to my circle, i cut off the snakes
and i took out the fake friends
roll up the wood, with a purple
i smoke marijuana, no b+tch, i don’t take meds
it’s timing b+tch, i’m on some other sh+t
and no, you can’t compete
grindin’, i be stuntin’ on you n+ggas in my f+ckin’ sleep
he cryin’, cause he ran up on my n+ggas, thinking sh+t was sweet
lying, they don’t really want the static, they just f+ckin’ tweet
on top, she suckin’ me
glocky be my company
they had enough of me
if i run up, i’m bustin’ three
just so i can tell the last one, “he can’t f+ck with me”
n+ggas flexing with they dads gun, i k!ll them humbly
ayy, yeah, k!ll that n+gga on the streets
ayy, p+ssy n+gga, know you weak
ayy, she gon’ suck me in my sleep
ayy, smokin’ gas, i’m a geek
ayy, he tried to hide from my n+ggas
he didn’t know we was comin’ from beneath
ayy, i know these b+tches are mad
cause they still finna f+ck me, knowin’ i’m a g
[outro]
ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh+uh, gang gang
ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh+uh, gang gang
ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh+uh, gang gang
ayy, uh, gang gang, ayy, uh
over

- skyte lyrics

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