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kcmoney - srt8 jeep lyrics
[intro: vonoff1700]
(double0)
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga
free my hood, n_gga, f_ck your hood, n_gga (sh_t, okay)
[verse 1: vonoff1700]
n_gga, we let them know we was comin’, they thought it was sweet, we jumped out a straight_eight jeep (n_gga)
all of the opps wanna talk, i don’t wanna walk, just drop a location and meet
he jumped off the porch and ended up right in the casket, he ain’t know sh_t ’bout the beef (dumb ass)
i’m bored as f_ck, we kicked out most of the opps, so i’m finna shoot at the b (n_gga)
caught him in traffic, he tried to get out the v, left his ass in the middle of the street (dumb ass)
that n_gga been lost his brother, he ain’t on sh_t, he ain’t even tryna catch him a b
boy, you better your head, you ain’t heard about the last n_gga f_ckin’ with me? (the f_ck?)
the last n_gga popped up dead with shots to the head, curled up under a tree (dead ass)
i’m in the field, no cleats, outside this lil’ n_gga house late night like a creep (what?)
i’m on his ass, no sleep, the first n_gga walk out this door get knocked off his feet
i’m in the field, no cleats, outside this lil’ n_gga house late night like a creep
i’m on his ass, no sleep, the first n_gga walk out the door get knocked off his feet (you know that)
[verse 2: kcmoney]
we outside with them sticks, we tryna catch a n_gga, we ain’t preyin’ on the weak (yeah)
bounce out on him, i’ll show what’s up, now i’m fast, you thought he had on cleats (what?)
still up in that same jeep when we caught shorty on state
left off a hundred shots, f_cked shorty up, we hit him all in his face (ha, yeah, yeah)
it’s free my shorty, f_ck the state (dead_ass n_gga), and it’s forever f_ck the snakes (on my brother)
‘member slidin’ in the ‘lac (what?) tryna put a n_gga in his place (on my brother)
might be out west with lil corey (you know it) with arps and micro dracs (what?)
n_ggas terrified of my crowd ’cause we get n_ggas out the way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
sn_tched his scat, he wanna buy it back, i tax him, three k
your twin dead, go pick him, might go p_ss up on his grave (dead_ass n_gga)
[outro: kcmoney]
yeah, might go p_ss up on his grave
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