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free ksoo - gmk & backstreet tk lyrics

[intro: gmk, backstreet tk & ]
aye, aye
aye, no hospital gang (aye, no hospital gang)
you ain’t gon’ see no doctor
no hospital gmk (no hospital gmk)
free ksoo

aye
n*gga, free ksoo (aye, aye, aye)

[verse 1: gmk]
free ksoo, i got these f*ck n*ggas under my toes
i got a glock right under my arm, when i take out the trash, a k by the door
i beat the sh*t out a chop, man, the way it be shaking and sh*t, you would’ve thought it was soap
we see you n*ggas in paperwork, we gon’ come knock off whoever we catch at the store
[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
free ksoo, when the sh*t up, it go down for sure
i got it tucked when i walk in the store, you can try to play dumb you gon’ die slow
i play it safe, when it’s in my hand, b*tch, just like a fan, you know i’ma blow
we got the drop on all the opps and the sh*t won’t stop til we up the score

[verse 3: gmk & jaydayoungan]
i got a scope on k in the back of the car, i’ma aim it at the back of your throat
you hit his neck, i’ma aim for the head, hit the back of his dreads and the back of his fro
we could put a big bag on one of these f*ck n*ggas, they gon’ put a big tag on his toe
or they’ll do it for free, if they do it for me, hop out yelling, “free ksoo”, on gang

[verse 4: gmk]
we the ones do it for free, n*gga, 2016, we was flipping sh*t back in a g
momma keep trippin’, steady talkin’ ’bout prison, n*gga, dishing out all this crack in the streets
this ain’t no 6, i be throwin’ up b’s, when you look at my wrist, it be more than a key
catch him in traffic, we k!llin’ whoever we see, got hate for you n*ggas, not beef

[verse 5: backstreet tk]
aye, got hate for you n*ggas not beef, i don’t need no car, i’ma use my feet
put a switch on the glock, put a switch on my opp don’t cross this line like you shooting a three
n*ggas be foul, so i’m shooting for free, i’ll do it for them, they’ll do it for me
free ksoo til ksoo free, hit that block wit a k, i get creeper than jeep

[verse 6: gmk]
send me the drop, sh*t, we’ll post up at all their spot, my city get creeper then jeepers
all these f*ck n*ggas beefing bout eaters, ain’t drop no bag, ain’t feeding their people
we was just twelve floors up at the window, came home turnt, made 600 easy
i done spent 20 or more tryna run up the score, in the bricks, leave six more freezing
[verse 7: backstreet tk & gmk]
aye, boy, this sh*t so easy, free ybeezy, i don’t wanna go fed
so much money, you step on my feet, i’ll drop a big bag they’ll step on your head
my n*gga in a wheelchair step with no legs
and a f*ck n*gga dead if he don’t know what i said
we gon go send ’em to hit all the opps for a fee, when he come back, take off his head
gang, so much drillin’ a wonderful feeling, i bang my stick
b*tch, i’ma villain, i ain’t sparing no woman, his hoe in the car, i’ma bang that b*tch
b*tch, i’m a bully, i pick up a fully and k!ll any n*gga who crossin’ the clique
n*gga, free ksoo, n*gga, free backstreet, twisting my fingers, it’s a k and a 6

- gmk backstreet tk lyrics

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