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kid reckz - run up on him كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(lowkeydemon, drop that heat)
yeah, yeah, b_tch (yeah)
free all my hittas (free ’em)
ayy, b_tch, f_ck the other side
reckz in this b_tch (brrt!)
yeah, look

[verse]
i was 9 clutchin’ poles, f_ck school, i was ridin’ with demons (skrrt!)
n_gga tried slide on the block, dumb f_ck got cooked, left leakin’ and screamin’ (boom!)
i don’t do talkin’, no dms, no subs—pull up, b_tch, we gon’ leave you leanin’ (brrrt!)
caught his ass lackin’ at granny house, popped out, had the whole porch screamin’ (grrah!)
don’t ask why i ride with a switch, this .30 gon’ bite like a f_ckin’ hyena
that lil’ ho eat d_ck in the back of the v, i told her, “don’t stop ‘til i need ya” (slurp)
b_tch tried to flex in a rental, i took that whip and her purse, then delete her (gone!)
heard your favorite opp just died, i laughed out loud when i seen that teaser (p_ssy!)
i don’t play fair when it’s war, i get in that mode and black like a reaper
you was in class with a pencil, i was on feet with a drum and a heater (boom!)
them boys ain’t k!llers, they tiktok thugs, we made ’em all go private on features
i’m the type to pop out in traffic, walk sh_t down with a k and adidas (grrah, grrah!)
we turned that lil’ boy to a trend, now his face on a tee and his name in a hashtag
and f_ck your homie who slid, he missed, now that dumb b_tch a new hashtag
you was in choir, singin’ in church, i was with folks tryna load up that mag (facts!)
i seen blood at 8, by 10, i was preppin’ to go on my first real tag (brrt!)
and don’t come through my hood without tint—get popped, we don’t ask, we just drag (skrrt!)
tried to duck off in his auntie house, we shot through the porch and cracked his dad (boom!)
don’t say sh_t ’bout my name in a jail call, b_tch, i’ll crash for that bag (say my name, b_tch!)
free snipe, he smiled in court when they read that time, said “f_ck that badge” (free him!)
he ain’t even make it to thirty—he died with a switch in his hand, that’s sad (dumbass!)
f_ck all the dead, f_ck all they friends, i’ll spit in his grave and laugh (ptoo!)
all this pain in my heart, no meds, i just pop out masked and blast (boom!)
i ain’t even stressin’ no beef, i’ll slide in yeezys with nothin’ but glass
p_ssy!
[outro]
yeah
reckz
third one, b_tch
2024 we takin’ off
(brrt! brrt!)
(boom, boom!)
(free snipe, free kray, free dreddy)
f_ck yo dead homie
reckz out

- kid reckz

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