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kid reckz - dead end talk كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(ayy drayko, load that b_tch up)
(lil’ fox, why you tweakin’?)
free gang, free skrrt, free all my dogs, man
n_gga, don’t come to my hood yellin’ no peace talk, we blow sh_t up like july
(tg the f_ck up, p_ssy)
ayy, reckz…

[verse 1]
don’t come to my block with no chill sh_t (nah)
we ain’t talkin’ out nothin’, we drill sh_t (brrt!)
whole gang got sticks like a field trip
tried to run, but the 9 gave him heel flips (boom, boom!)
n_gga got turned to a pack tryna act like he wit it, we cooked him like sk!llets (cooked!)
shawty keep suckin’, she ruthless, she treatin’ my d_ck like a mic in the building (on god)
he said he slid, but he cappin’
he better be slidin’ in heaven with passion (ha!)
talk tough in the booth, but in person he softer than pillows, we catch him in traffic (skrrt)
glock got a switch, it be glitchin’
ain’t no runnin’ when bullets start cl!ckin’ (boom)
tryna duck in a store? b_tch, i’m sendin’ it through that glass, this a h_llcat, not no civic (vroom)

[chorus]
don’t talk dead end talk if you ain’t from the dead end (don’t do that)
he tried to claim my hood, now he bleedin’ on a red benz (boom)
glock with a d_ck, it’ll f_ck up his best friend (blrrr)
bounce out the v, then we loop like a dead spin (b_tch!)
this not a playground, p_ssy, we ain’t pretendin’
he ain’t shoot back, so we countin’ that as a win then (facts!)
say he a demon? then we sendin’ him with his kin then
try to spend on me? whole clip gon’ bend in (boom, boom, boom!)
[verse 2]
let me talk my sh_t (go ahead)
i walk through the o with a pole on hip (grrah)
n_gga froze up when we hopped that whip
if i was in his shoes, i would’ve got lit (blam!)
this glock got manners, it speak when it’s time (prrrah)
this ar racist, it hate all kinds (boom!)
he said it was up, now he facin’ a sign
that say r.i.p. with his name outlined (goofy)
reckz been wildin’ since middle school
caught him in camp made the pencil move (bang!)
now i tote sticks with a laser tool
beam hit his chest, he danced like he played in a musical (ha!)
me and lil drilla too tactical
we hit his set, now his whole crew graphical
posted on live, now his chain look tragical
caught him outside, his brains went national (b_tch!)

[chorus]
don’t talk dead end talk if you ain’t from the dead end (nah)
he tried to claim my hood, now he bleedin’ on a red benz (skrrt, boom!)
glock with a d_ck, it’ll f_ck up his best friend (yeah)
bounce out the v, then we loop like a dead spin (p_ssy!)
this not a playground, p_ssy, we ain’t pretendin’
he ain’t shoot back, so we countin’ that as a win then (he folded)
say he a demon? then we sendin’ him with his kin then (grrah)
try to spend on me? whole clip gon’ bend in (yeah, yeah, boom!)
[outro]
free all the steppers, free k.o., free murder
free drilla, free max, free sleepy, free the whole f_ckin’ unit
i’m still on the 7, posted with a drum, n_gga
we ain’t into dancin’, but everybody still gettin’ hit with this chop
dead end reckz, b_tch, 7th block soldier
shot by o.a — make it cinematic, ho

- kid reckz

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