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yung keeta – bullets hot! lyrics

[intro]
woah, uh+huh uh+huh
yeah, woah, uh+huh uh+huh
uh+huh uh+huh, yeah
uh+huh uh+huh
let’s go, let’s go
yeah

[chorus]
i had to flex on a stupid lil’ b+tch
i gotta flex on a stupid lil’ hoe
they gotta get me up outta this b+tch
up on this block and i’m lettin’ it blow
you in my city i’m putting you on
put that on god
i do not give a lil’ f+ck boy you wrong
talkin’ that sh+t we smoked you like a bong
(shouts out)
shout out to your [?]
all that sh+t was cap boy
all that sh+t was [?]
all of a sudden i’m up in the cards
hop at the function i’m bringing a thot
yeah i’m up lil’ boy you not
glock on my bullets hot
[verse]
like i can’t be in no cell
all my homies rich i know they bailin’ me out
glock can’t ever fail so it not failing me now (it ain’t failing, f+ck)
it feel like you feelin’ me up
you just gon’ get fed up rubbin’ your head
bands up in my pocket b+tch i’m makin’ bread
you heard what i said
you heard what i said
that’s your b+tch up in that video, she giving head
b+tch i got too deep yеah
in my prada c’s yeah
walk up with that fa+fa
oh, oh on me yeah
say i’m not about it, p+ssy boy you ’bouta see yеah
i’m just like give me two seconds and he not gon’ see yeah
cuttin’ out his eyes, he won’t see again
b+tch i might just shoot him and i might go shoot his friend
yeah i’m really like that, f+cked up in the head
b+tch it’s fifty in the clip i’m not gon’ aim you gon’ be dead

- yung keeta lyrics

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