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kid reckz - hotter than hellside كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(yuh— on the rader, turn me up)
ayy, free my side, f_ck yo’ section, n_gga
i’m still out west with a stick and a gremlin, n_gga
(huh? okay then!)
he tried to run, that boy got zipped like denim, n_gga
(skrrt! boom!)
okay, okay, let’s go

[verse]
i caught a opp lackin’ outside of his mama crib (b_tch_ass boy)
turned his whole block to a graveyard, now they callin’ that “trauma strip” (boom boom boom!)
he tried to duck when i upped this bl!ck—stupid ass tripped on his partner’s hip (dumbass!)
now his brother all on live, cryin’ like a ho, screamin’, “we gon’ slide for him!” (yeah right!)
n_gga, you lyin’ again, your gang full of b_tches and deadbeat friends (haha)
we lit up the whip, couldn’t tell who we hit, they both got slumped with thеy necks in the wind (bow!)
shorty was tough on the ‘gram, now hе prayin’ to god while holdin’ his chin (please save me)
f_ck your “rip” shirts and candles, i’m tryna slide back and spin again (let’s spin again!)
i’m still servin’ the smoke like popeyes, b_tch, this beef come extra crispy (crispy!)
tryna flex with a glock in a reel, now that boy in a box, lookin’ real iffy (rip!)
i ain’t never ducked no heat, i was outside thuggin’ in 10_below (real sh_t)
yo shooter got shot in the face, now they call him “nosey,” he ain’t got no nose (haha!)
real demon, don’t call my phone unless it’s a drop or a pole, lil’ n_gga (don’t call!)
i don’t do no backdoor—i kick that b_tch in and walk through the soul, lil’ n_gga (boom!)
lil’ reckz, i don’t play no games, if i up this b_tch, it’s over (it’s over)
we slid in a civic, jumped out that b_tch like we ridin’ in a d_mn range rover (skrrt!)
[bridge / ad_lib section]
uh_huh (yeah, yeah!)
we really do walkdowns, n_gga
catch a opp broad_day and pop his bubble like it’s lunchtime, stupid
(he got hit in the cheekbone talkin’ reckless!)
we don’t beef with rappers—we beef with caskets, f_ckboy
(say that!)

[verse 2]
your og a rat, your lil’ homie gay, and your top shooter got beat up in jail (ho_ass n_gga)
they gave him a shank, he dropped that b_tch and started screamin’ for the c.o. to help (haha!)
y’all boys not drillin’, just cappin’ on beats—y’all lyrics don’t match y’all smell (stank!)
my gang got drums, we steppin’ with sticks like we fresh out a marching band from h_ll (boom boom!)
i might sign me a deal, but i’m still gon’ spin with the same old mask and tee (for real)
your b_tch love thugs, she callin’ me “daddy,” while you out beggin’ for edd (bum_ass!)
free the members, all them hitters in that cage still clutchin’ they shanks on the tier (free ‘em!)
and when reckz drop, you know what it is—opps go ghost, they vanish in fear (gone!)

[outro]
hotter than h_llside, we bring flames when we step, lil’ n_gga
better wear a vest, lil’ n_gga, or get stretched, lil’ n_gga (stretched out!)
free the demons, f_ck the otherside, burn they flag, p_ss on they mural (on god!)
kid reckz don’t rap for real, i just talk my sh_t—now watch the funeral spiral (boom!)

- kid reckz

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