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kdot 600 - twin execution كلمات أغنية

[intro: kdot 600]
how long this sh_t is? uh, uh (d_mn)
i’m clutchin’ fully auto
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (hunnid shots)
d_mn, d_mn, forty shots
d_mn, d_mn, aight (aight, d_mn)

[verse 1: kdot 600]
on the backstreet with my bleed (with my), we both got fully auto grrah (snail)
fully pin in arp, we buck down, beat a n_gga block (grrah)
buck down, beat a n_gga street, we bounce out, dump a hunnid shots
lil’ b_tch say she want a snail, i told her f_ck with baby, d_mn (snail, snail, snail)
lil’ b_tch say she want a snail, i told her come and f_ck with me (me)
in this b_tch, i’m with my snails, we strapped with fully auto glee (with my snail)
lil’ b_tch know i’m one of one, it ain’t no other one of me (d_mn)
i’m in traffic with our blatt, he tapped lil’ shh with .223 (d_mn)
put me in traffic with lil’ snail, we creep on sh_t, waitin’ for the train
twin count down like, “three, two, one,” we flushed lil’ shh soon as he came (d_mn)
hit my, mm, and hit lil’ slime (d_mn, slime), we beat him down, his ass a stain (his ass a—)
hit his b_tch the other day and bust her down, forgot her name
gang, punch me in (how i forgot hеr name?)
yeah, over high likе a plane
he is not a thirty boy if he ain’t let no thirty, gang (thirty boy, thirty boy, thirty boy)
in the function with the gang
yeah, she want liquor, you’s a—
and free lil’ scoop, he too precise, he tapped like ten, got stupid aim, punch me in
[interlude: lilbenny & kdot 600]
mm, he got stupid aim
he got stupid aim, he’ll pull up in that thing
frrt, frrt, gang (d_mn, free lil’ scoop, he too precise, he tapped like ten, got stupid)
ten, haha

[verse 2: lilbenny]
i’m in this b_tch chillin’ with snail, can’t think last time i took a l
we on the e_way in a box and this b_tch boxed and there go 12
lil’ bro scratch off game so good, we get away, don’t leave no trail
they play that gangster game so good, real life, they fragile and they frail
he ain’t know it was automatic, too late, box on the chop, up blastin’
jugg got two hands, still walkin’ backwards
hitters smacked your mans, his son a b_st_rd
i know he ain’t really in the street, he just cap for an image
he went broke, he can’t buy nothin’ to eat, tryna cap for these b_tches
as a kid, i ain’t see nothin’ but trappin’, i ran up my digits
k!ll your own man, bro, askin’ what’s happenin’, we smacked him, it’s business
pass me a block and two bricks of the cut, i’ll be back in a minute
pass me the rock, it’s ten j’s at the door, it’s a crack epidemic
off them percs, i can’t even bust a nut, she keep askin’ if i finished
protect the brand, somethin’ like jabba the hutt ’cause them soldiers got plenty
side b_tch want some lulu on her b_tt, but the main one want fendi
we’ll pull up, hit your main mans with that b_tton, he don’t pay me my penny

- kdot 600

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