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young olt - killers too lyrics

[intro]
treezy, treezy, yah
aye, turn up, yah
turn up, yah
turn up, yah

[hook]
we don’t talk back my n+gga
them 223’s, they finna spit at you
i’m not just spinnin’, my n+ggas they spinnin’ too
we gon’ f+ck around, drop us a man or 2
on gang, better watch yo back my n+gga
give a f+ck if yo n+ggas is k!llers, we k!llers too
gang finna run in yo trap my n+gga
it’s a big hit but we taking what’s little too
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
early in the morning, waking the stove up
this dirty sprite n+gga this ain’t no cola
f+ck that b+tch and i f+cked on her friend, i got no love
(oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
5 g’s, 1 blunt and we still gon’ roll up
n+ggas love woofin’ they don’t wanna go up
making plays they keep calling my phone, n+gga hol’ up
(hol’ up, hol’ up)

[verse]
i swear i ain’t seen no opp in a grip
all that sh+t that we did got ’em scared as a b+tch
tennis chain on my neck and the patek the wrist
see the guns that we got and they calling it quits
but we don’t stop beef, we gon’ pull up and hit
see the beam on this b+tch, no i’m not finna miss
got my team on his b+tch, and they all finna hit
like spin the benz, spin again, that choppa make a n+gga hit the “running man”
i put the double v s on my f+cking man
and bought a brand new choppa for my other man
real street n+gga, b+tch n+ggas can’t understand
flex on these n+ggas cause i got the upper hand
flex on these n+ggas simply because i can
diamonds on my neck, i dare you to touch it man

- young olt lyrics

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