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key glock, kato2x & zo trapalot - hustlers & shooters كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(montana corleone made this one)
(sosa 808 got this b_tch knockin’)

[verse 1: key glock]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b_tch, i keep that glizock on me, it’s a part of my drip, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
that chopstick like a beyblade, let it rip, let it rip
yeah, i’m all about my chips, yeah, my chips and dip, yeah
i’m cutthroat, rich and ruthless, show no symp’, no sympathy
my circle full of hustlers and some shooters and you can’t get in
tell the opps get off my d_ck, yeah, that’s just for your b_tch
[verse 2: kato2x]
srt so fast, i might die if i switch the gears
cartier my wrist, still hop in stolos and do drills
shoot ’til you get k!lled, on bond, i spent ’bout two mil’
can’t be stopped, sat back and did some time, but i know this my year

[verse 3: zo trapalot]
yeah, uh, fightin’ cases, still trappin’, uh (a lot)
this ho got no ass, but got a nice face, i still capped her (no cap)
rollin’ up opps on the daily, we dump bullets and dump ashes (yeah)
racks in my pants got me saggin’, for this bread, three_sixty crashin’
nothin’ but closed caskets, n_gga (fah)

[verse 4: key glock]
headshots, no campin’, n_gga (yeah)
have my young n_gga wrap a n_gga (wrap)
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with no rapper n_gga (uh_uh)
yeah, no cap, no actin’, n_gga (no cap)
these n_ggas, they fake, they action figures (yeah)
i hopped in the coupe and i smash it, n_gga (skrrt)
ten whips in a row, white folks like, “he ain’t no average n_gga”

[verse 5: kato2x]
pull up presidential
suv on the side, got the foreigns in the middle
drop lo’, know we gon’ k!ll him
m’s on m’s, murder, millions, i might just send ’em
sh_t bag gang on one album
certified stepper be the anthem, i ain’t have to go to trial
these n_ggas like to talk down
spent that on a watch, real cartier, real bustdown
[verse 6: zo trapalot]
rr gang, make sh_t bite dust
chopper save the day, but in glocks we trust
left out with your jewel, then a rap n_gga f_cked
she f_cked kato and me, she cut
runnin’ through the money like backpage sl_ts
bags in the trap, no, i can’t get enough
smell it through the bag, man, this sh_t got a must
big boy bag, know this sh_t a_plus

[verse 7: key glock]
plus, yeah, i been ballin’ and gettin’ my bucks
yeah, it’s never ever ever too much
got two maybachs, yeah, the car and the truck
it ain’t one girl in this world that i trust
i be takin’ my stick everywhere, so what?
i told tezzo don’t switch up for nothin’
sh_t, but he got a switch on his gun

[verse 8: kato2x]
uh, switch on the gun, switch up guns like we switch up foreigns
lam’ truck, rolls_royce, d_mn, which one?
rr cutthroat, know i’m finna bomb
catch him lackin’, your shooter, we gon’ cut off your arm
real big dog, n_gga, i ain’t no pom’
diamond in the sun, fully on all the guns
make a n_gga fall face_first if he try to run
[verse 9: zo trapalot]
yeah, p_ssy, do your job, youngin trained to rob, all my young n_ggas on go, uh
never pull my card, better pray to god if you think lil zo a ho
same young n_gga sticks in the coat
you know we leave sh_t in the road
can’t be around us if you told (nah)
you know that we cuttin’ your throat (throat)

- key glock kato2x zo trapalot

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