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tg kommas - barefoot lyrics

[intro]
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout they steppin’ man
leave one of you b+tch ass n+gga barefoot
yeah, n+gga take your steppin’ shoes n+gga
hang them b+tches on a f+ckin’ powerline n+gga
yeah, yeah

[chorus: tg kommas]
it’s switches on them glocks
we really keep them mops
these b+tches be the opps
they really sendin’ drops
now your dog kinda famous
we put that b+tch on fox
when they found his body yea
he was out his socks off
barefoot, draco hit a n+gga in his sh+t, now he barefoot
thought that p+ssy n+gga was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit ’em in his top, i don’t know how his hair look
yellow tape on p+ssy n+gga, left his ass barefoot
[verse 1: tg kommas]
choppa break his face, [?] bring out the yellow tape
i was taught to never save a n+gga, them 7.62’s save the day
got ’bout fifty racks stuff in the safe
as long we got them sticks, they never say [?]
pray my n+ggas to beat them cases
i’m totin’ this glock, it ain’t got no safety
lost my mind ever since i signed that deal
it just be nothin’ but hating
p+ssy n+ggas, always on my d+ck, i guess they mad i made it
f+ck that side, n+gga catch you playin’ both sides you gettin’ decapitated
sh+t so real n+gga, catch you with yo baby, we’ll probly’ stretch yo baby
with my gangsta, n+gga ain’t doin’ no fightin’, like f+ck your confrontation
get the drop, lay on a n+gga spot, till we get the confirmation
we opp shoppin’, put a four three in the bag, that’s a compilation
40 glock, switcher ’round the k the perfect combination

[chorus: tg kommas]
it’s switches on them glocks
we really keep them mops
these b+tches be the opps
they really sendin’ drops
now your dog kinda famous
we put that b+tch on fox
when they found his body yea
he was out his socks off
barefoot, draco hit a n+gga in his sh+t, now he barefoot
thought that p+ssy n+gga was a steppa, now he barefoot
40 hit ’em in his top, i don’t know how his hair look
yellow tape on p+ssy n+gga, left his ass barefoot
[verse 2: fredo bang]
[?] on percolate
i might wake out in his team
catch a n+gga at the cornerstore
if i miss, i’m comin’ back again
i just pick my rental up, gas it up and i’m hoppin’ in
they know i’on give a f+ck
i’ll turn us in back up again
choppa with a switch, he need some help, he better call a friend
man down in the hood, he wanna limp, he better call it in
these n+ggas know it ain’t safe to post outside, they better take it in
he was talkin’ sh+t, they hit his face, now he can barely grin
(fah, fah)
if he ain’t 30 deep up in the city, he ain’t poppin’ out
choppa take his legs, i gotta bag if he walk it out
i be in ’em trenches with them g’s, i brought them kommas out
he was talkin’ gangsta, put that iron, he by his mama house

- tg kommas lyrics

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