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armed & dangerous - hkoodsta q & trapstar g lyrics

[intro: hkoodsta q]
go get em
ah ha
ynba go get em
dirty rich, go get em
haha, you better step n*gga
we coming, yeah go get em
look!

[verse 1: hkoodsta q]
we gone hop out with them cutters we gone spark it up
what you talking bout lil n*gga we gone shoot it up
we got 50s we got 100s we got uzis bruh
mac suppressor hundred round go get em get em up
yeah go get him down, matter fact walk him down
arp with a hundred round we gone catch his ass we gone run him down
you a op b*tch we catch your ass and pop sh*t
yeah that 40 hit your body its gone rock sh*t
yeah wе sliding b*tch the big four five gone slidе some sh*t
i call five lil b*tch you know he ready to slide some sh*t
i call blake he ready to hit gone knock off your noggin b*tch
we be sliding in the cut yeah we be drilling sh*t
you in the cut with a fifty
we in the cut with a glizzy
neighborhood n*gga like nipsey
catch him and hit him with 50 (huh)
catch him and hit him with 40 (huh)
who is this n*gga thats talking sh*t
we walk him down with that chopper stick
hundred round drum we gone cut some sh*t
[interlude: hkoodsta q]
yeah, go get em, b*tch!
ha, pick em up! he dead
one to the head, a rap n*gga, matter fact another rap n*gga
on gang!
huh
[?] drill a n*gga
get up with us you know where we at
yeah, on bonnell n*gga
hot sh*t! on god!

[verse 2: trapstar g]
b*tch we got macs and them carbons
yeah we got glocks and them 40s
steady flexing and stepping
if he get too talking to reckless
sweep the streets left it messy
i swear we step with profession
no i ain’t into no lectures i put his name up in letters
jewelry cold froze the weather thats why i play around with heaters
i catch a op ima beat em
swerve in your section we dont see ya
get you whacked for a feature, my draco having a seizure
762 and 556s blow him down from a [?]

[verse 3: hkoodsta q]
all that flexing with that wesson get you hit up with this bl!cky
[?] toting a 50
sliding on blocks yeah with one titty
show no pity for that op, he got stepped on he got mopped
call my brother he got choppers
call osama he got fire he gone hit though
when we shoot dont miss though
run him down chopstick hundred round gone hit ho
who the f*ck is opps n*gga smoking on my kinfolk
b*tch we run your brother in the woods you can get hit though
b*tch ass n*gga, ol [?] ol pig ass n*gga
catch you lackin in the bushes get you slit ass n*gga
you a split ass n*gga
ol rat ass, ol cop ass, ol b*tch ass n*gga
walk em down 556 ima hit ass n*gga
[interlude: trapstar g]
yo b*tch ass boy you know where we at we ain’t hiding n*gga we sliding
all day everyday n*gga
get up with us, f*ck n*gga
gang sh*t no lame sh*t n*gga
ynba tsg gang, gang gang gang!

[verse 4: trapstar g]sickest in the city get you stepped on
sickest in the city get you stepped on
we only talk on trap phones
ks with me no kkk get you flexed on
can’t get him hit his t*jones
when i catch em ima do him like the last song
smoking ops put you up with this mac 10
im steady catching plays off the backend
f*cked your ho just broke her back in
she said he be cappin he ain’t active
get up with me ill stamp you
monkey nuts on the k i go bananas
give me a hundred k we pushing up in phantoms

[outro: trapstar g]
b*tch we got macs and them carbons
yeah we got glocks and them 40s
steady flexing and stepping
if he get to talking too reckless
sweep the streets left it messy
i swear we step with profession
no i ain’t into no lectures i put his name up in letters

- hkoodsta q trapstar g lyrics

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