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tg kommas - bloody summer كلمات أغنية

[intro: tg kammas]
(ayy, ayy, tg kammas in this b_tch, n_gga)
(ayy, lil’ velo, talk that sh_t)
(it’s a bl__dy summer, we ain’t playin’ with these opps, n_gga)
(grrt, bow, bow!)

[verse 1: tg kammas]
ayy, it’s a bl__dy summer, put a switch up on that glock
n_ggas talkin’ crazy, now they bodies outlined in chalk
spin that block at 4 am, ain’t no mercy, ain’t no stop
hollows rip his fitted cap, left his body on the lot
we ain’t duckin’ sh_t, b_tch, we standin’ on that business
hit his face with 50 shots, left that lil’ boy lookin’ different
b_tch, i’m ridin’ with them demons, we don’t hesitate to get it
chopper hit his body up, now his mama need a witness
red tape, yellow tape, this sh_t get real wicked
f_ck the opps, f_ck they gang, every name gettin’ listed
i ain’t lackin’, keep that pipe, make a goofy feel lifted
pull up on they section, leave that whole b_tch district shifted
we be spinnin’ out them h_llcats, turn that block to vietnam
he got hit up in his sh_t, now he screamin’ out for mom
i ain’t with that internet, n_gga, come and test my palm
choppa make his body fold, like that lil’ b_tch playin’ dumb
i be posted on that block, yeah, we slidein’ when it’s dark
all my k!llers ready, n_gga, ain’t no fear up in my heart
if i catch him, it’s a wrap, ain’t no gettin’ out that car
he was flexin’ for the ‘gram, now his sh_t up on a shirt
lil’ b_tch thought we lackin’, now she cryin’ in the dirt
i don’t need no mask, i want them p_ssy boys to learn
[verse 2: lil’ velo]
ayy, lil’ velo in this b_tch, yeah, we spinnin’ in the trenches
glocky got a switch, let it sing, leave a witness
they ain’t slide for they man, now his homies look suspicious
whole gang full of b_tches, n_ggas cappin’ in them mentions
hop out, broad day, i’ma shoot ’til it’s empty
walk down on that n_gga, leave him leakin’ by the bentley
ayy, this a bl__dy summer, tell them n_ggas get to runnin’
if he lackin’ out in public, he ain’t makin’ it to sunday
we don’t do no fakin’, if we see him, then we takin’
put that draco to his chest, now his whole gang out here shakin’
boy, this ain’t no playground, we gon’ leave his body vacant
p_ssy talkin’ big, till his ass ain’t got no statement
lil’ bro caught a body, now he geekin’ off that pressure
we ain’t squashin’ sh_t, tell that p_ssy drop the stretcher
in my city, we go crazy, it ain’t safe out in my sector
catch a opp in real life, bet he quick to change the lecture
he was tough up on the ‘gram, now he shakin’, ain’t no flexin’
told that b_tch to set him up, she gon’ get that n_gga wet up
if he movin’ like a target, then his stupid ass get hit
we don’t beef up on no phones, we just pop out with them sticks

[outro: tg kammas]
(b_tch, it’s a bl__dy summer, n_gga)
(we ain’t squashin’ nothin’, f_ck that talkin’, we just slide)
(big 7.62s, f_ck a vest, we aim high)
(yeah, yeah, tell them opps come outside)
(they ain’t never slide, them lil’ n_ggas scared to die)
(grrt, bow, bow!)

- tg kommas

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