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oct 16th - kato2x lyrics

[intro]
stamp that
still spinnin’, n*gga, still get active, n*gga
ice sh*t, town sh*t
murder and millions
rich and ruthless
never speak on the business

[verse]
live in the warzone, n0body gon’ bust that fire like me (nope)
5.56 and .223’ll leave a n*gga dead in the streets (bah*bah*bah*bah)
mask up in the srt (mask up), bad b*tch, she my sneaky link (sneaky link)
tell me everything ’bout them p*ssy*ass n*ggas, she gave me the drop in the east (where they at?)
cartier on, patek on (ice), with the two*tonе cuban link (can’t f*ck with me)
these n*ggas ain’t k!ll sh*t, lеt sh*t die, they just be sayin’ what they think (they burnt)
hit a n*gga up, he was screamin’ (he a ho), what i’m spinnin’ for? give me a reason (me a reason)
little petty*ass body had me locked up, n*gga, i was gone all four seasons
pour red, left one of ’em dead
wheelchair gang, can’t use his legs (can’t use ’em)
p*ssy*ass, bruh ain’t made it to the med
case you wanna do it, then it’s off with your head (send shots)
p*ssy*ass made that bed (he made it)
now you gotta lay in that bed (gotta lay)
you don’t want smoke, you scared
faceshot sh*t, we don’t aim for legs (bah, stamp it)
hit his ass up with red tip
don’t stop ’til you flip, leave a n*gga’s ass stiff (leave him stiff)
never switch on the gang, put switches on the glock
know how these b*tches is built (come with ’em)
stop cappin’ like you spinnin’, i ain’t got shot sh*t
been four years since he got k!lled (you ain’t sh*t)
n*ggas know i’m dumpin’ off the rip (on god)
these b*tches don’t come off the hip (no cap)
murder and millions, standin’ on business, rich and ruthless on my pendant (ice)
designer drippin’ while i’m k!llin’, can’t say no names, get a sentence (don’t tell)
brought the racks out to sh*t on n*ggas, ain’t sign no deal, this sh*t independent (out the streets)
down to make the news, you play with 2, i stop a n*gga from breathin’ (lil’ n*gga)
and we ballin’ every season (we ballin’), comin’ like the all*star weekend
three*point contest, we hittin’ nothin’ but net, slammin’ on the opps too easy (too easy)
she suck me ’til i get a lil’ dizzy, nut on her tits, then she give me the glizzy (what she say?)
say, “baby, i ain’t worried ’bout gettin’ it, we do drugs, i know you be completin’ the missions” (hah)
these n*ggas can’t f*ck with us, can’t be stopped, put a n*gga on a t*shirt (on a t*shirt)
three letter murder gang, do your research
we don’t car jack, put a n*gga ass in the dirt (dig him up)
you the type of n*gga tell a n*gga shoot first (shoot first)
hit his ass up, now he tryna be a good nurse (b*tch)
mama more gangster than these p*ssy*ass n*ggas
she keep a glock in her gucci purse (yeah)
b*tch, my mama had the switch first (i stamp it)
these n*ggas ain’t never put in no work (no work)
october 16th, it’s only one of me, the day the big stepper was birthed (on god)
chopper knock a n*gga off earth (off earth), put a n*gga ass in a he*rs* (in a he*rs*)
double r, b, and murder millions, the day 2x was birthed, ugh (he was birthed)

- kato2x lyrics

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