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63muneysavage & rackski 63 - we gon' stomp on 4ktrey كلمات أغنية

[intro: rackski 63]
(yeahhh)
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
f_ck 4ktrey, f_ck them switches, b_tch
we on that—yeah, brrt! (b_tch!)
slatt!

[verse 1: 63muneysavage]
he talk tough, but his mans got hit, that n_gga went ghost like magic (boom!)
threw his lil’ block party, we showed up and turned that sh_t tragic (b_tch!)
hop out gang, glock with the drum, sh_t look cinematic (brrt)
i don’t need no aim, this switch gon’ hit—n_gga, i’m problematic! (grrah!)
caught his ass slippin’ outside that sto’, stomped on his sh_t in traffic
that b_tch tried set me up, now she missin’, got put in a package (stupid_ass b_tch!)
all black hoodie, mask on tight—look like a drill fanatic
chop got a d_ck, no h0m_ sh_t, but that b_tch blow like it’s nasty (baow, baow!)
4ktrey ain’t done sh_t but get they lil’ homies whacked (facts)
we smoked that last one out his drawers, he ain’t even gеt to shoot back (dumbass)
otf, 63rd, and oblock all got straps (all of us!)
lil durk said “step,” we steppin’—b_tch, wе tearin’ through your trap (boom!)

[chorus: 63muneysavage]
ayy, we gon’ stomp on 4ktrey, b_tch, we blow like bombs, no delay (boom, boom)
talkin’ war, okay—spray that whip like it’s some f_ckin’ raid (pew_pew!)
bring that smoke to where he stay, now he tweetin’ from the heaven gates (haha!)
why your partner dead? ‘cause his dumbass ain’t know how to play (stupid!)
mob deep, yeah, we wildin’, slide with dracs and sirens (skrrt)
put his ass on silence, 7.62s be flyin’ (bah, bah!)
every time they speak on us, another b_tch_ass dyin’
don’t ask who slid, just know his name now part of biden’s signin’ (dead opp!)
[verse 2: rackski 63]
they call me rack, i don’t throw hands, i just throw clips and sticks
f_ck that rapper from br, we turn his tour bus to a ditch (glah!)
hop out with that ar, neighbors screamin’, “sh_t! that’s it!” (boom!)
another face up on the news, another rapper’s name dismissed (gone!)
i got ten dead opps in the wood, don’t ask what strain i lit (gas)
i just copped a brand_new scope, i see his soul, then split (baow!)
bro said, “get him,” i ain’t flinch, i just parked and flipped his whip (skrrt!)
you can’t run when 30s barkin’—b_tch, this ain’t no movie script (nope!)
put that tec to his face like covid, now he can’t breathe (grrrah!)
sh_t got messy, left his brains stuck to that big_ass suv (yuck!)
hoes be choosin’ sides ‘til they man get put to sleep (dumb b_tch)
now she tryna cry on live—nah, take that pain in peace! (haha!)

[chorus: 63muneysavage]
yeah, we gon’ stomp on 4ktrey, no cap, them n_ggas lunch meat (boom!)
pull up where they post at, drag his ass right through the street (get over here!)
talkin’ big, we talkin’ heat—walkin’ round with two_two_threes (grrah, grrah!)
yb cryin’ in his mentions, f_ck your army, f_ck your beef (p_ssy!)
i been wildin’ since a youngin, lost my bro, now i’m on demon time (on go!)
they gon’ need a priest, a doc, and feds just to rewind (facts!)
say he gon’ slide? tell that hoe_ass go and try it (go!)
we’ll spin like vinyls, end careers—b_tch, we really violent! (blatt!)

- 63muneysavage rackski 63

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