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nvs - akflocka lyrics

ig doa, n*gga
grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah, like, grrt, grrah, grrah*grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah, like, grrah*grrah (grrt, baow*baow)
f*ck the diss, i’ma act the f*ck*up, everything dead, i ain’t dappin’ ’em up (everybody shot)
feel a way, you get clapped the f*ck up, don’t do cîroc, only act’ in my cup (grrt, baow*baow)
try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that’s tough, like
he ain’t goin’ nowhere, i’m shootin’ wherever he run (grrt, baow*baow, where you goin’?)
i’m a gbg baby, so b*tch, i’ma cl!ck ’til it’s done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
and i love with the beam, if he run, i’ma turn him to runtz (dummy)
outside, no security, b*tch, it’s just me and my gun (it’s just me and my gun, baow*baow)
i’m the king of new york, and i’m still outside makin’ ’em run (don’t run, b*tch, i do what i want)
just copped out on a carti’ (carti’), oh, she jackin’ my vibe in a hеartbeat (heartbeat)
i likе my b*tch gangsta, i don’t like ’em barbie (b*tch), it get active like ricky and morty (like, grrt*baow)
tap your head (rah*rah), n*gga rah got clapped, now he in the marley (baow*baow)
n*gga dead, and i’m tough by myself, no, i don’t need an army (grrah)
out in the street, they call it merther, big doa, n*gga
she the line, so i’m packin’ the b*tch, feel under pressure, i’m blastin’ the sh*t
v210, how i’m whackin’ the whip, he tried to up, but i’m faster wit’ it
it get nasty, now he coughin’ out blood, told y’all that i get active wit’ it (grrt, baow*baow)
f*ck the diss, i’ma act the f*ck*up, everything dead, i ain’t dappin’ ’em up (everybody shot)
feel a way, you get clapped the f*ck up, don’t do cîroc, only act’ in my cup (grrt, baow*baow)
try to duck, got a beam on the scope, that’s tough, like
he ain’t goin’ nowhere, i’m shootin’ wherever he run (grrt, baow, where you goin’?)
i’m a gbg baby, so b*tch, i’ma cl!ck ’til it’s done (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
and i love with the beam, if he run, i’ma turn him to runtz (dummy, grrt)
outside, no security, b*tch, it’s just me and my gun (it’s just me and my gun, baow*baow)
i’m the king of new york, and i’m still outside makin’ ’em run (don’t run, b*tch, i do what i want)
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