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jaystrayz - killers galore lyrics

[intro]
rrah
6ixoh shot
it’s that mag s n_gga
rrah, rrah
die 6ix
baow baow baow
ahh, ahh
ahh, ahh

[verse 1: magnum shorty]
pull up on the opps just for fun
how he dissin’, but fumbled his gun
duo got packed, now we rollin’ them blunts
rally got stabbed tryna talk on my deads
throw a shot if he starin’ too much
them n_ggas askin’ if i got a reason to spin, like, they don’t want beef with the ones
jay, better get you a strap
on the 6ix, we be searching the map
shorty been duckin’ since pulla got packed
that sh_t is cap, got the 9. on my lap
they cannot hear me, i think n_ggas deaf
beam on his back, he couldn’t see his chest
that’s his friend? tell the bros throw a shot at his head, cause i think that he next

[verse 2: jaystrayz]
i’m still alive, and i’m tucking thе g
why they plannin’ to foolio me?
i’m on the opps tryna duck from thе d’s
i get the drop and i slide in with ease
bad b_tch, her name serena
she wanna f_ck, aight bet, i’ma clean her
b_tch what? don’t make me pull out the nina
n_gga ran when he saw that i’m clearin’
i spun the oh, but ain’t n0body outside
junior a d_ck, he was f_ckin’ on opp thots
he left the 6ix, now he posted on 7th
now i know why i ain’t trusting no opp block
caught a dummy, focus on the red dot
jaystrayz turn ya’ body to bedrock
and you know it get deeper than rap
turning them signals, we down to the 5th block
[verse 3: magnum shorty]
i’m f_ckin a b_tch, but i’m usin’ my first name
she p_ssed, must’ve forgot her birthname
finer than summer, but she ain’t no walker
we gettin deady at parties and birthdays
now, i’ma get back on my bullsh_t
3 opps died, throw shots, and they caught it
rally, boon, buggy, lost it
they wanna talk, but they all takin’ losses
i know a n_gga that got beat up in a alleyway
but, them n_ggas don’t wanna talk about that
half of the n_ggas i named just got put in a pack
but they still do not spin where we at
jay, he finna come with the strap
who really on timing, let’s keep it a stack
run up on bro, yeah, i’m quick to attack
if he jack wearin’ blue, he get left where he at
top found his brother layin’ on the floor
n_gga dead, i don’t think they care anymore
3 shots, 4 shots, bullets rip through his door
keep a gun, if he fumble, he droppin’ the score
i drop the bodies, i feel the lore
have the whole scene bl__dy, k!llers galore
like, it’s been a whole year since we started the war
lemme finish it, bullets? your life is the cost
[verse 4: jaystrayz]
pull up, on hit man timing
i see me a opp, he get got, n_ggas know where i’m at
jubz, if you listening now, n_ggas sent me the lo’
better run, i’ma come with the crew
bro still alive, i thought brodie was doing his job
he get left by the end of the block
i’m stuck in the ville, but they only had 2
had to get my score up, put the g to good use
bro got the drac’, tryna shoot at a minor
but shots like that, only get you in groups
don’t get beat up, tryna take someone fl!ck
n_gga, move out the way, everybody get hit
we still in the game, we is not going down
if he dissing on me, n_gga feel like a clown
if he gon catch him a body, he packing his bags, cause he finna go fly outta town

[verse 5: magnum shorty]
pull up in the mor with a g and a e
graduate with a g and a d
drake had a major, that sh_t was a d
shootin’ at minors, bro think he elite
give it up, you is not kyrie irving
said he ready to spin, n_gga swearvin’
aim the g, but that n_gga still learning
wanna smoke on my weed, n_gga, you gotta earn it, like
bullets gon hit up his face and his neck
got a thot, and she givin’ me neck
opp on the block, put the beam to his head
i’m going up, and they can’t disrespect
feegee be talkin’ bout’ he sendin’ strays?
what have you threw when you ran into jay?
bro want clout, tryna use n_ggas names
you don’t got nothing but lies for the fame
if i see jubz, then you know that it’s up
brodie been talkin’ for years, bout’ he tough
he cappin’ cause we know that y’all n_ggas duck
y’all don’t just run, y’all run out of luck (run out of luck)
like, me and my n_ggas be tweakin’
sending out hollows to hollow abusers
thinkin’ he gangster, but don’t really mean it
he is a angel, he ain’t really demon
[chorus: magnum shorty]
pull up on the opps just for fun
how he dissin’, but fumbled his gun
duo got packed, now we rollin’ them blunts
rally got stabbed tryna talk on my deads
throw a shot if he starin’ too much
them n_ggas askin’ if i got a reason to spin, like, they don’t want beef with the ones

- jaystrayz lyrics

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