
king von & big slade - dead end كلمات أغنية
[intro]
(ayy, wheezy outta here)
(chopsquad dj)
[verse 1: king von]
i keep a .40, don’t play with me, n_gga, i’m quick to go slide on a b_tch (boom, boom)
he talkin’ reckless, his ass got dropped, now he up in the sky with his clique (huh?)
i was on go since i was a shorty, you know i was itchin’ to blitz (what?)
you n_ggas be soft, you n_ggas be hoes, your bro got smoked and you ain’t do sh_t (p_ssy)
hopped in the rental, we slid through his block, left his ass slumped on the fence (boom)
i don’t do twitter, we pull up in person, f_ck all that typin’ and sh_t (nah)
big ass glock on me, came with a switch, send a f_ckboy straight to the pit (h_ll)
hollows gon’ chew through his chest like a steak, now his whole family sick (d_mn)
[verse 2: big slade]
they know how we comin’, we stomp on a opp, turn his face to somе mud (boom)
chop got a beam, that b_tch like a doctor, it give out a chеck_up with slugs (brrt)
i keep a stick, don’t think i’m a l!ck, ‘cause i’ll let it rain in the club (boom, boom)
n_gga was flexin’, i made his ass strip, now he ain’t got sh_t but his blood (p_ssy)
i just might hop out the back with the drac’, knock off his top like a cap (boom)
ain’t no remorse when i aim at his dome, he won’t make it back to his trap (nah)
n_ggas be cappin’, they ain’t on the block, they ain’t never been in the trap (lame)
we catch him lackin’, his momma start cryin’, i told that b_tch, “go check the map” (p_ssy)
[verse 3: king von]
you know how i rock, i’m slidin’ with glocks, that f&n knock off his hat (boom)
n_gga was tough ‘til we pulled up on him, now he ain’t got sh_t to say back (nah)
i don’t do fights, i keep me a pipe, send a n_gga straight through the mat (gone)
he thought he was safe, caught him at the light, turned that lil’ b_tch to a pack (what?)
ayy, f_ck all that talkin’, let’s get it in blood, let’s see who really gon’ step (step)
you n_ggas be hoes, y’all duckin’ the smoke, we sendin’ them shots at your neck (boom)
and i don’t be runnin’, i’m chasin’ a bag, but i still leave n_ggas in debt (b_tch)
bl!ck on my side, i’m keepin’ it tucked, that glock like a teacher, it test (boom)
[verse 4: big slade]
heard he was lackin’, we ran up on him, now he ain’t got no more breath (dead)
hollows gon’ eat through his vest, that n_gga got cooked like a chef (b_tch)
i ain’t for the talkin’, i’m ready to slide, my youngins gon’ leave that boy stretched (blatt)
f_ck all that cryin’, his momma gon’ miss him, but i ain’t got nothin’ but threats (p_ssy)
say he want smoke? b_tch, i got a chimney, i’m lettin’ these hollows connect (boom)
30_round drum, that b_tch like a movie, i’m lettin’ it play through his chest (d_mn)
he thought he was tough ‘til we caught him alone, now he in a box like the rest (b_tch)
slidin’ with k!llers, my n_ggas gorillas, we step like some boots in the west (grrr)
[outro: king von & big slade]
f_ck n_gga dead, he shouldn’t have been talkin’ (boom)
hollows gon’ rip through his body, no coffin (d_mn)
pull up with choppas, we clear out his posse (brrt)
that n_gga a stain, his ass like a target (b_tch)
he ain’t want smoke, he ain’t really want problems (nah)
i keep a stick, i ain’t with all the talkin’ (boom)
b_tch, this the gang, you know how we rockin’ (what?)
dead end street, you ain’t got no options (gone)
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