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shootergang kony - red flag lyrics

[intro: shootergang kony]
(ah)
(baow, baow, baow)
(aye, aye, ssg)

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
yeah
if he tryna smoke, send him boulders, i’m t, boy, you know this
ain’t ridin’ round with holsters, i’ll put you on these posters (baow)
bro, please let me smoke you, this f&n my chauffeur (yeah)
i ain’t have no coaches, i’m focused, i’m focused
n_ggas getting smacked, boy, we know this, we know this (yeah)
know i’m with my folgers, we both rollin’ stonin’
40. on my waistband, who said they was the coldest? (n_gga)
bold world, i’m a bold n_gga, i’m the boldest
“funk or die” the culture, these older n_ggas vultures
we slumpin’ n_ggas ovеr, you better have yo motivе
you better get yo motive, phone keep me focused
broke boy, you joking, yo clique got no motion
n_gga, we could play tag, you be with the rollers
catch you in yo whip, beat it up till it exploded (boom)
45. heavy in my jeans, so it’s pokin’ (ah)
and i’ma get the last laugh, suckas got me loaded

n_gga, i ain’t been home in a month, i’m running cake up
heard yo n_gga got popped, they hit his ass with a layup (baow, baow)
you ain’t got a body, we don’t beef with no fake thugs (b_tch)
f_ck around and pop a n_gga, tried to sell me fake drugs (baow, baow)
and if the b_tch broke, i’ma act like i hate f_ckin’
and if her bag right, i might let the b_tch suck sum’
yeah, b_tch, tell me where the bag at (yeah)
and if a p_ssy n_gga play, we turn him to a hashtag
and we smoking out the pack, and thumbin’ through these racks
do the h_lla geekin challenge, n_gga, where yo bag at?

[chorus: shootergang kony]
n_gga, f_ck a big homie, i’ma pledge to my red n_ggas
n_ggas only love you when they dead, or they dead with you
s500 ridin’ benz, lay your legs different
tryin’ get my n_gga off the meds, cause his head missin’ (huh)
f_ck a big homie, i’ma pledge to the red flag (red mob)
sneak dissin’ while yo homie dead, with his dead ass
we ain’t throwing no white flags, we do head_taps (baow, baow)
i know what you did last summer, you ain’t get_back
[verse 3: shootergang vj]
we ain’t throwing no white flags, we be shooting first
was finna k!ll him, but he died tryna do a perc
this finna k!ll you, but this switch on me do you worse (frrt, frrt)
swear my daughter slowed me down, i was doing dirt (hah)
went through the worst with the same n_gga switched on me (aye)
you a lil n_gga, i’m yo big homie, big homie
n_gga thought i had on chuck taylor, but these rick owen
he was thinking with the wrong head, put a b_tch on him
33, but i ain’t scottie, i don’t pass the cane
no cali swag, do my dougie when i grab the drac’ (aye, look)
how i get it off myself, like i m_st_rbate
no graduation, pistol clappin’ like congratulations
pistol clappin’ like a n_gga walk the stage
in a bounty, only time i let a n_gga call a fade
i call you brother, you know i’m a call away (aye)
know some n_ggas had potential, and they threw it all away

- shootergang kony lyrics

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