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travcord records - all out 2 lyrics

go, go
got too much guap, i cannot stop
in the hills of aberton, got trigons triple glocks
we blattem’ slattem, knock his head off, right the top
he tellin’ talent, just like his name is yung n’ klop
we got them bands now, hollow tips make em dance now
y’all are so bored and snoring, i just wanna go for dance now
if i hit him, he rollin’, goin’, spinnin’ here with the bands now
double t to ogs, man

yeah, uh, and we takin’ his bands now
yeah, you a hoe, you a d+mn clown
supressor on, i ain’t make no sound
i don’t be givin’ no f+cks, i be countin’ these bucks
bad lil’ hoe, you know she gon’ suck
shout out to david, i’m makin’ her l+st
kiss her on the mouth, evеn after i nut
double 007 i’m still pouring up
bad lil’ b+tch, she all on mе
million dollars, but i’m still 16
dripinoy punk & tyz
robbin’ this sh+t like messi

pull out the whip and i aim with that fye
young n+gga know that he ready to die
send the balloons up in the sky
drip too easy, you know i get fly
can’t f+ck with these b+tches, these b+tches be messy
kickin’ sh+t like messi
cookin’ a pot and i’m cookin’ a stew
yeah, yeah, yeah, this sh+t gets messy
hoppin’ on beats, spittin’ knowledge
these n+ggas, they think i’m aggressive
before i came up on this lil’ rap sh+t
you know that a n+gga was finnesin
me punk, drip, tyz
you know that this sh+t gon’ be nice
cookin’ these n+ggas too easy
yeah, cookin’ these n+ggas like rice
f+ck with me and one of my gang n+ggas
you know you gon’ pay the price
aim with that n+gga head
bullet hit him, sh+t was precise
bullets just hit him, that sh+t was precise
c+c+choppa bullets hit em that boy gon die
hunnid ball on his head he gone cry
tell her i love her, but that was a lie
im with gang we gone get them bands up yea
oh yea we gon’ hit the parlay all day
and these n+ggas they p+ssy, they get sliced
run up on gang, you ain’t gon’ see the light
hollow tips hit him he cannot fight
20 bands hit em that n+gga, gon’ die
better look at my wrist, that sh+t got ice
got a cocaine whip, that sh+t look nice
hundred bullets hit him, now it’s lights out
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
walk in the motherf+ckin’ store and i buy it all
swisher, n+gga i’m boutta light it all
hop in that muhf+ckin tes and we gon’ ride it out
30 bands say that n+gga gone die now

bullets in his head now he gone lie down
bullets in his head now he gone lie down

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