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tg kommas - bloody summer lyrics

[intro: tg kammas]
(ayy, ayy, tg kammas in this b+tch, n+gga)
(ayy, lil’ velo, talk that sh+t)
(it’s a bl++dy summer, we ain’t playin’ with these opps, n+gga)
(grrt, bow, bow!)

[verse 1: tg kammas]
ayy, it’s a bl++dy summer, put a switch up on that glock
n+ggas talkin’ crazy, now they bodies outlined in chalk
spin that block at 4 am, ain’t no mercy, ain’t no stop
hollows rip his fitted cap, left his body on the lot
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, b+tch, we standin’ on that business
hit his face with 50 shots, left that lil’ boy lookin’ different
b+tch, i’m ridin’ with them demons, we don’t hesitate to get it
chopper hit his body up, now his mama need a witness
red tape, yellow tape, this sh+t get real wicked
f+ck the opps, f+ck they gang, every name gettin’ listed
i ain’t lackin’, keep that pipe, make a goofy feel lifted
pull up on they section, leave that whole b+tch district shifted
we be spinnin’ out them h+llcats, turn that block to vietnam
he got hit up in his sh+t, now he screamin’ out for mom
i ain’t with that internet, n+gga, come and test my palm
choppa make his body fold, like that lil’ b+tch playin’ dumb
i be posted on that block, yeah, we slidein’ when it’s dark
all my k!llers ready, n+gga, ain’t no fear up in my heart
if i catch him, it’s a wrap, ain’t no gettin’ out that car
he was flexin’ for the ‘gram, now his sh+t up on a shirt
lil’ b+tch thought we lackin’, now she cryin’ in the dirt
i don’t need no mask, i want them p+ssy boys to learn
[verse 2: lil’ velo]
ayy, lil’ velo in this b+tch, yeah, we spinnin’ in the trenches
glocky got a switch, let it sing, leave a witness
they ain’t slide for they man, now his homies look suspicious
whole gang full of b+tches, n+ggas cappin’ in them mentions
hop out, broad day, i’ma shoot ’til it’s empty
walk down on that n+gga, leave him leakin’ by the bentley
ayy, this a bl++dy summer, tell them n+ggas get to runnin’
if he lackin’ out in public, he ain’t makin’ it to sunday
we don’t do no fakin’, if we see him, then we takin’
put that draco to his chest, now his whole gang out here shakin’
boy, this ain’t no playground, we gon’ leave his body vacant
p+ssy talkin’ big, till his ass ain’t got no statement
lil’ bro caught a body, now he geekin’ off that pressure
we ain’t squashin’ sh+t, tell that p+ssy drop the stretcher
in my city, we go crazy, it ain’t safe out in my sector
catch a opp in real life, bet he quick to change the lecture
he was tough up on the ‘gram, now he shakin’, ain’t no flexin’
told that b+tch to set him up, she gon’ get that n+gga wet up
if he movin’ like a target, then his stupid ass get hit
we don’t beef up on no phones, we just pop out with them sticks

[outro: tg kammas]
(b+tch, it’s a bl++dy summer, n+gga)
(we ain’t squashin’ nothin’, f+ck that talkin’, we just slide)
(big 7.62s, f+ck a vest, we aim high)
(yeah, yeah, tell them opps come outside)
(they ain’t never slide, them lil’ n+ggas scared to die)
(grrt, bow, bow!)

- tg kommas lyrics

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