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richtribe atg - killkanaan/solidstatescouter كلمات أغنية

dang
young atg is still doin’ his thang
try to slime out i’m breakin’ his fangs
watch ’em get fried when i’m raising this cane
ol’ snitch ass n_gga done tsung like shang
up the heat and burn him, his b_tch screamin’
“aang!”
he leanin’ like wock when i flock him, no flame
project explizit ain’t f_cking with lames

i done saved n_ggas lives and put food in they stomach
broke off and done gave my last blue on the money
never asked for it back i was cool with the frontin’
now i’m fake and i’m p_ssy, boy ooh this sh_t funny
these rappers be scared of me, that is my thesis
most of my dogs turned to snakes, rats, and leeches
my sh_t is jumpin’ outplayin’ they weak sh_t
must be r_t_rded f_ckin’ with a g_nius

wanna outshine me, that ain’t in ya grasp
i can’t beef with a f_ggot that play in they ass
when you sending them threats better say it with class
since he think he kick door, he get left in the grass

project the reason you can’t book a show
n_gga we the reason you can’t go to the store
atg too legit to go switch for hoe
tell that boy to quit rappin’ he not gon’ blow

f_ck all that talkin’ i’ll slay me a canaanite
they woofin’ on insta but they never came to fight
beat his ass with bl!ck ‘cuz that hoe n_gga brang a knife
everyone know you weak your brother, mother, and your wife

huh

playing both sides, n_gga that gets you shot
who gon’ shoot sum we know you not
say it’s on sight and get slapped with a thuwop
chief of this sh_t all my people say “oorah”
try to rob rich, b_tch that sh_t is a no go
back out the knocka, that n_gga say “oh no!”
i don’t need to black out to paint a n_gga rojo
you say you get bread, ya moms on section ocho

that boy a b_tch he got stripped in seattle
that boy is my son he get hit with a paddle
he like to get tough when a n_gga at work
i pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled

funk_town, not philly, f_ck brotherly love
next n_gga cross me headb_tting a slug
why he act like a hoe someone get him some uggs
19 in the grip b_tch i don’t gotta mug
aye, 19 in the grip b_tch i don’t gotta mug
nah, 19 in the grip b_tch i don’t gotta mug

don’t fight me b_tch i am not your addiction
i’ll beat yo drug addict ass in submission
i carried yo song so you hoping and wishin’
i’ll stop what i’m do but i keep on persistin’

don’t f_ck with folks that’ll fold or play both sides
might slap his backstabbin ass with a 4_5
say they die for me, i know that’s a bold lie
you n_ggas get lit up just like a menorah
gon’ call yo f_ggot ass friends on my property
i’ll prop my muhf_ckin pipe, then i pop at ’em
the day that you pop out, it’s gon’ be an atrocity
f_ck up the funeral, p_ss where the coffin be

he think that he tough and all he did was talk
chop line his 90 pound body with chalk
he loud as a b_tch ‘cuz he know that he soft
i don’t fight n_ggas i know i can dog

told yo dumbass i was lackin i lied
like a pirate captain got a gat by my side
the next time you get laced hope it’s crack and you die
n_gga quit all the cap you won’t actually slide

wait, y’all ain’t slidin’ on sh_t boy i know that you been a b_tch
i stay on point lookin’ sharper than scissor tips
start all that sh_t but you know you can’t finish it
cut the street act n_gga need to get rid of it

sh_t can get wild p_ssy b_tch better buckle up
posted back sippin’ tea in yo hood what the f_ck is up
practice the 2nd, they too scared to knuckle up
put a hole in ya’ sh_t since you sweet like a honey nut

f_ck a hindu i don’t need red or green dots
how you pull up with drakes and ain’t let off a slingshot
think he that guy i’ma show him that he’s not
b_tch i ain’t playin’ this sh_t not no gmod
send ’em to שאול but he not enoch
if i spot ’em i got ’em and b_tch i don’t beatbox
big iron cowboy, i kick sh_t no bebop
f_ck you and ya homies, hang ’em from a treetop

sh_t can get cold like napoleon bonaparte
if i’m out_numbered they all gettin’ blown apart
they hate on me crazy ‘cuz these n_ggas know i’m hard
they stuck at the bottom, they mad that i’m goin far

these boys 2bit, 2 faced street punks
gon’ and pillow talk how you gon’ do me sum
wish that he wood i’ll chop em like a tree trunk
lied on the tribe and that n_gga got debunked

bridges is burnt so blame n0body but yourself
cross me, you lost me, go f_ck yourself
don’t try to call me ‘cuz nah you can’t touch my wealth
n_ggas be scrawny but they mouth be tough as h_ll

aye, solid state scouter i can see these n_ggas b_tch made
scoop a f_ck n_gga eyes out with a switch blade
know that i will whoop you do ya crew like kunta kinte
fake gang bangin’ broke ass lil ingrates

- richtribe atg

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