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33 shots - gucciak47s lyrics

[intro]
(mbc, you crazy)
3rk in this b*tch 10 deep in the studio
you know how we coming this just the beginning
enjoy the album

[chorus]
might hit the casino
feel like al pacino
this not yo business like a dorito
this not yo cheese i’m moving fritos
captain a b*tch we know
pull up we knock off your whole fitted
goyard bag it got poles in it
i’m on yo ass i shoot up the whole city
f*ck 12 i’m on parole with it
i board the jet i got some bowls with me
heavy ar give him a whole 33

[verse 1]
caught them bodies i heard they got a witness
even though i paid 500 racks just to get him missing
no i ain’t missing and i’ll never be complicit
get split all in your fitted for all that dissing
i’ll make you meet your maker
thats my b*tch no one could take her
i got a shootеr in jamaica
for all them rappers think they’ll brеak us
ask about michael he a dead fool
ask about kevin he dead too
pull up in the benz
shawty wanna bend
i’ma take her to the ends
i want her and her friends
i don’t wanna pretend
i got k’s in the shed
you know i’m running up bread
i’m running up bands
it’s private jets when i land
sticks like taliban
she said “i’ma pull up when i can”
[chorus]
might hit the casino
feel like al pacino
this not yo business like a dorito
this not yo cheese i’m moving fritos
captain a b*tch we know
pull up we knock off your whole fitted
goyard bag it got poles in it
i’m on yo ass i shoot up the whole city
f*ck 12 i’m on parole with it
i board the jet i got some bowls with me
heavy ar give him a whole 33

[verse 2]
new rule you can’t smoke on someone you ain’t k!ll
you ain’t did sh*t to me gotta rep off my potna died off pills
i don’t f*ck with b*tches that’s why they throwing shades
you know i bump sticks don’t give a f*ck about no fade
how the f*ck he gangster b*tch he ratted
you got no straps just bulletproofed your car you ain’t gon blast sh*t
if i see your ass i ain’t giving no passes
up in traffic
you get hit with automatics
and that static
been skipping the acne cream i been tryna break out
my money stay in accounts been tryna go the safe route
bad classy b*tch wanna eat at the steakhouse
but i been thinking who’s the next opp ima have em take out
we gave that boy 49 shots then we robbed him
he was dissing on my baby like do we have a problem
they tryna take young gucci hoe these b*tches acting senile
acting slow they senile they got police on speed dial
[chorus]
might hit the casino
feel like al pacino
this not yo business like a dorito
this not yo cheese i’m moving fritos
captain a b*tch we know
pull up we knock off your whole fitted
goyard bag it got poles in it
i’m on yo ass i shoot up the whole city
f*ck 12 i’m on parole with it
i board the jet i got some bowls with me
heavy ar give him a whole 33

[outro]
oh you f*ck with that? keep it goin

- gucciak47s lyrics

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