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killin a sport - jackboy lyrics

[intro]
m*m*m*murda

[chorus]
all these racks, i tend to do the most whenever i shop at stores
all this godd*mn dior, i’m that lil’ n*gga these hoes adore
i’m thumbin’ through all of these bands
b*tch i’m the man, take a good girl to a wh0re
got a glock inside of my pants, n*gga complainin’, leavin’ his brains on the floor
my n*gga he a shooter, got 2 turn rugers, tryna up the score
pop a n*gga, medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
my n*gga don’t got no future, he f*cked up, he think k!llin’ a sport

[verse]
probably pop an opp and skurt off in a ‘rarri
i ain’t tryna fight, glock kicks, jeff hardy
[?] come shoot up yo’ party
[?] off the flesh, could k!ll everybody
cream dior all over my body
f*ckin’ up barber that look like carti
diamonds on ice, got my wrist playin’ hockey
shining real bright, it be easy to spot me
yeah, it be easy to spot me
rest comin’ in, it’s gon’ be hard for you to stop me
n*ggas mad that they not me
put it in power, they thought i was [?]
but now lil’ b*tches drive from the projects
spendin’ bread with the gang, ain’t n0body stop me
[?] ’till them n*ggas see [?]
i tote big fire, i swear i don’t need help
ridin’ with the strap, i ain’t talking ’bout a seat belt
big fire on my lap, i ain’t sleepin’ ’till this sh*t dealt with
you n*ggas jump out then get k!lled quick
i don’t wanna talk when i get you zipped
i don’t wanna talk when i get you flipped
roll ’em up in a cigar
i’m swinging that steel like guitars
then she left my heart with scars
[chorus]
all these racks, i tend to do the most whenever i shop at stores
all this godd*mn dior, i’m that lil’ n*gga these hoes adore
i’m thumbin’ through all of these bands
b*tch i’m the man, take a good girl to a wh0re
got a glock inside of my pants, n*gga complainin’, leavin’ his brains on the floor
my n*gga he a shooter, got 2 turn rugers, tryna up the score
pop a n*gga, medulla for the mula, he can kick down doors
clip look like a ruler, catch a loser, and show no remorse
my n*gga don’t got no future, he f*cked up, he think k!llin’ a sport

- jackboy lyrics

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