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chuckyy - king tut lyrics

[intro]
my sh_t sound [?]
.40s and 9s when we bounce out the ‘raq
can’t forget drac’ make a ni—, come here
i’m tryn’ figure out where the f_ck n_ggas goin’ we chase sh_t

[verse]
.40s and 9s when we [?] out the ‘raq
can’t forget drac’, make a n_gga turn bucket hat
on 9block, tryna catch one, collat’
you ain’t k!lled none before, we don’t see eye_to_eye
n_ggas be tough ’til them bullets start flyin’
pullin’ up, fast sh_t, spot an opp, he dyin’
headshot, he fall, hit him on his spine
get ’em gone, bloodbathh, my cobra slatt
f_ck around, we out, n_ggas know wе slidin’
catch a goofy on the block, he know he dyin’
you еver get caught, don’t drop that dime
got some n_ggas did sh_t, and they doin’ they time
catch up all these attempts, n_gga, who ain’t slime?
boy, we put sh_t in the dirt
bruddanem broken heart, in a [?] he_rs_
tryna play both sides how you get it it the worst
talk tough on the net, put his ass on a shirt
.40 gravedigger, really put sh_t in the dirt
switches and dracs every time we ball out, clap ’em up pr_nto
n_ggas be doin’ that lip on the net, ’cause if they run up on me they catchin’ a hollow
you know when it rain, these n_ggas get wet, in the srt8 jeep, it’s just me and faro
f_ck that, we bail out on feet
i’m gettin’ sick and tired of swingin’ this car though
puttin’ money before the hoes, i’m chasin’ this chicken like there’s no tomorrow
my mama say, “boy, why you got that gun?”
i’m sorry, i’d rather be safe than sorrow
whole life like an instagram, whatever i do these n_ggas gon’ follow
i’m in a srt8 jeep right now, foenem stompin’ the gas, it’s shakin’ the throttle
darwin and cat just kissed the curb, f_ck n_gga, you would think that we was spinnin’ a bottle
n_gga get f_cked up, shoot his ass down if he run up
swingin’ the chop like nunchucks
we ain’t your bump_up
we ain’t the one you can run from
ffpt, now you on your rump_up
every time a n_gga get clapped in the ‘raq, they callin’ me, but i ain’t even done none
me, milly d, zo pound pop up out with switches and dracs, now that’s somethin’ to run from
uh, we smackin’ buckets
these n_ggas be dyin’ for nothin’
the sh_t that they doin’, we done it
ff, i’ma keep on dumpin’
left brains on the ground, but i ain’t never vomit
the sh_t that i’m doin’ make you sick to your stomach
heard he popped fake yerks, now he look like a zombie
he tweaked through the six, now he wrapped like a mummy
[outro]
uh_uh, he wrapped like a mummy
uh_uh, he wrapped like a mummy
tweaked through the six, now he wrapped like a mummy
the sh_t that they doin’, we done it
uh, uh we smackin’ buckets
long live fred, n_gga, chuckyy one in the head, n_gga

- chuckyy lyrics

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