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my side or no side - kato2x lyrics

[intro]
the biggest, man
through with they ass, clown*ass n*ggas, man
gotta do better, you know what i’m sayin’?

[chorus]
oh, you f*ck with them n*ggas? (what?), you gon’ die with them n*ggas (i stamp that)
i don’t tote switches, everybody got ’em, i f*ck with binary triggers
ain’t no monkey in the middle, what side you on? pick it, n*gga
split your sh*t and go to the funeral like i ain’t the f*ckin’ k!ller
it get no realer
[verse]
these n*ggas ain’t no real ones, they some snakes and some pretenders (f*ck ’em)
my n*gga steal cars and charge me for it, that ain’t my n*gga (the f*ck?)
like i’m finna joyride and not go suit up with my hitters (you know better, man)
i understand your hustle, but this sh*t here, it’s more bigger (i stamp that)
you know i’m known for pushin’ the issue, ain’t tryna link with n*ggas
never stand down to no man, this four*nickel here flip fat n*ggas
and i can’t go out like dude, your whole family gon’ need some tissue (all ’em)
got three brothers, all them p*ssies, they ain’t do sh*t but post your picture (the biggest)
the biggest, if this sh*t was hectic, we’ll paint the city (i stamp it)
casamigos and the henn’, we walk a n*gga ’til you get dizzy
tender d*ck*ass n*gga gon’ die tryna suck up on some titties
social media sendin’ shots and not real life, these n*ggas trippin’ (trippin’)
real hitter, opp die, we splurgin’
don’t talk much, it make ’em nervous (shh)
f&n with the coolant
i’m ready to ball, give me my jersey
widebody kiss the curb
intoxicated, control the swervin’
and the b*tch can turn me on
she ride with me and i get nervous
sometimes i be like, “f*ck rap”
in the streets, i make too much pape’
for them bodies, cartier
f*ckin’ with me, gotta be lazy (facts)
my opp, he was applyin’ pressure
now we go p*ss on his grave (p*ss, p*ss)
for 23, i’d trade it all
lil’ n*gga, like i’m from la
stamp that, i got these n*ggas playin’ catch up
widebody h*llcat, red seats, she like to sit up (get in)
big house in the a, n*gga, call for gate, i ain’t gon’ let up (the big one)
f*ck what these n*ggas sayin’, they ain’t direct it, they respect it
[chorus]
oh, you f*ck with them n*ggas? (what?), you gon’ die with them n*ggas (i stamp that)
i don’t tote switches, everybody got ’em, i f*ck with binary triggers
ain’t no monkey in the middle, what side you on? pick it, n*gga
split your sh*t and go to the funeral like i ain’t the f*ckin’ k!ller
it get no realer

- kato2x lyrics

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