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laughing stock (remix) - kay-o lyrics

[intro: digga d & kay*o]
ay kay, lemme get some .32 corn for the sk
you know the f*cking vibes
six straps deep, blow off your f*cking face

headshots, chestshots, blood splattered, everywhere
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops (fu*fu*fu, fu, fu, frrrr)
if we asked, it’s not
still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts
fully [?]
bow, bow, bow
[chorus: kay*o]
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s chargеd a lot, so they want us charged and locked (and lockеd)
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (boom)

[verse 1: digga d]
one got shot in his chest (baow)
another got chinged in his chest (yes)
one of them still got a sibling, but the other one ain’t got siblings left (bluuwuu)
attempted body from south, got a body from east, got a body in west, what’s left?
got down a n*gga from north of course, we got the city stressed
what’s funny? (hahaha)
robbed marlow, chased ****, chinged jordan, f*cked up russ (shata)
caught the younger one, and the older one, and they both got left all bl**dy
i got music money, my ways ain’t changed, just **** a scummy
the .40 bangs and the corn expands
it’s called a dumdum, you dummy (gun shot)

[verse 2: kay*o]
party done
before they played ifs like candy, now they’re out pourin’ brandy (it’s pourin’)
big bro and little bro got hit, same cig’, that’s a sour family (bap, bap)
both got slapped at functions, neck and head, handguns come handy (bap, bap)
when this mash starts dumpin’, better take cover or turn into [?]
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[verse 3: kwengface]
gb, i smoke him a lot (i’m high)
shout out the opps, been put in a box (i’m high)
incog, i smoke him a lot, (i’m high)
lil cj, i smoke him a lot (i’m high)
loosescrew got chinged in a shop (woo)
if i see me a spartan, pass me the knock (woo, woo)
you can’t give them ****, the drop, they’re turnin’ it up, turnin’ it off

[chorus: kay*o]
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops (rrr, rrr)
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops (rrr, rrr)
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked (rrr, rrr)

[verse 4: kwengface]
tryna draw man out, tryna get some clout, but you know that we’ll take it further (ay, ay)
and no we don’t do up the clout, man we’ll do up the
you can go ask **** (rrr, rrr)
bro’s out with the packs and potions
no cellsite so he hid that burner (true)
possession of a firearm charge, but true say the feds couldn’t find that turner
my [?] ting said the street sh*t makes me paro (woo)
if i see me an opp it’s go time (di*di*di), swinging my sword like my names jack sparrow (di*di*di)
i’m an african pirate
my bro got touched, i’m riding, spin ting spin, let me bruck that python (woo)
gyallie on me like my rammy on me
that b*tch in tyson (come here)
[verse 5: kay*o]
aim at head tops when we squeeze
they got back, gave bro a leg shot
was a two two [?] so it could’ve been a bb (that’s mean)
he still out here, knee deep
.32 holds six, that’s light, but the .9 eats way more sweets, it’s greedy (bap, bap)
paid bread for the skeng and t**th, but man still hand that corn as freebies

[verse 6: digga d]
still get slapped with your mash
that line ain’t mine, it was caught and crash
‘cah they drop bd, but we slapped suttin’ from zart
last thing he saw was a flash
every year there’s a bbq there, not this one, yo, i wonder why (ye)
want another to die? just do it i dare you, i pull up and spray up the .9

[chorus: kay*o]
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops (bu*bu)
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked
funny how we the laughin’ stock, someone gets slapped and the laughin’ stops (boom)
they blame us, if we asked, it’s not (it’s not)
handguns like glocks, how they still pullin’ up tryna clart with the dotts? (bap, bap)
they know the gang’s charged a lot, so they want us charged and locked

[outro: digga d & kwengface]
f*ck a you
suck ya mudda
there’s bare bine up in the sudio, you know
soon as man step in, i didn’t even get a, “h*llo”
man just got, “kweng, come”
h*lla hammers
can’t say london n*ggas ain’t live
mandem’s live
machines, sub*machines, hammers, we’re live
rrrrr

- kay o lyrics

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