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in the city - kapo archive lyrics

[intro]
(we at that same park these n*ggas said they was at man, tell they ass to pull right back the f*ck up, n*ggas be cap as h*ll, get they ass shot the f*ck at, that’s them, ya wanna get shot at?)
(you just had it)

[verse]
that beef sh*t we ain’t with it (n*gga)
just watch when i pop out the uh*
the .762s that n*gga gon feel it
get the instagram, then we reel it
my bad b*tch hole, imma fill it
bro put a dot on his head like he krillin
bro put a pill in his cup like he crippin
pour the 5th up, i’m feelin dizzy
n*gga who you if you ain’t comin with me?
my stick tucked i’m in the city
you not finna catch us cause we in the bitty
let’s turn up, who getting with me?
it burn like a furnace his blood gettin sticky
blondе hair b*tch named izzy
i’m pullin out switches when i gеt my glizzy
number nine*number nine on me, mickey
beat it, you can’t get the fifty
relapse*relapse off that casio
feelin like sh*t cause my cup had henny
chuck up the b’s shout out to benny
she rub on the t the sh*t say “fendi”
nine millimeters got plenty
and i still don’t cblu like i’m setty
choppa on me at the wedding
it can go down any day, any setting
you don’t see that, in that?*
he ain’t meet my choppa it must be a blessin
phew, you a bad b*tch and we get it
livin and that’s how i get it
b*tch i’m just livin and that’s how i get it
i put a slug to his brain this lil n*gga bleedin it look like spaghetti
don’t speak on my brother lil n*gga you know you can still get popped like confetti
we on the jet ski the sh*t getting wetty
lil pocket rocket you know that i’m ready
i seen a n*gga and almost regret it
and i’ll take a head off if it’s for the credit
i ain’t f*ck with you, and i meant it
so why is you all in my mentions?
xd clip came with extensions
my rule why you tryna bend it?
my b*tch, i’m tryna have ha bent
fax
we hide the stick in the vent
i feel alive off that fent
don’t know how to feel cause i’m pourin up tech
lil n*gga talkin to me like he ted, what?
why you ain’t aim for his head bruh?
i want him alive not head
b*tch i ain’t tryna go talk to no feds
put a rack on yo mit don’t play with the bread bruh
ya know that i gotta go get it
oxycontin got me finished
when i touched a percocet it’s my limit
[outro]
(like do you wanna get shot at n*gga?, yeah, yeah speed up n*gga!, you wanna get shot at or you wanna keep f*ckin movin b*tch!, yea!)

- kapo archive lyrics

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