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shittin' me - kev dollaz lyrics

yeah aye, know what the f*ck goin’ on, kev dollaz get u shot for a dolla, gmn the family, 696 hoe (gltt)

[hook/intro: kev dollaz]

these n*ggas hate, differently
go pick a side, all of this d*ck riding gotta stop, its k!llin me
i f*ck on ya b*tch, she love the way i be coming designer from italy
really though what i run up in a day you n*ggas prolly touch it up in a week
put on for the gang, you sh*ttin’ me

bro got a drum keepin it comin’ how many shots, infinity
and we don’t do one on ones, boy are you dumb!?
that sh*t a penalty
know where i’m from, i gotta put on for my hood thats what they tellin’ me
i smoke out the wood i gotta roll up the pain im surrounded by jealousy

[verse 1: kev dollaz]

who dat? oh thats ya man, he talkin’ hot tell em move back
got new tracks, i’m in the studio settin’ fire where the booth at?
no new jack i ride in the jeep with the gang, the dope where the tool at?
but you knew dat, my money comes first
can’t play with them racks don’t do that (aye)
broski a chuck, when he on court if he open he gon’ shoot dat
srt i got a new cat
can’t flex on me you cannot do dat
it’s brackets, i handle sh*t and i’m payin it off with my backend
no lackin’
somebody tell 50 i got the strap and i packed it
start dumpin, all my n*ggas wilding we riding ’cause we ain’t for nothing
steady drummin’ gotta put on for my city i love my block so i hug it
ain’t no pullin’ my card i ain’t bluffin’
i smoke out of russians, my wood got more than a gram i’ma stuff em n puff em
a lot of these rappers is losing their clout and its k!llin’ me ’cause they was buzzin’
you sh*ttin’ me these n*ggas buggin’
i am a one of one my flow a custom, they want me dead i can’t trust em
smizzy in the trap, broski in the back turning nothing into something
gotta get it back, i dont do the cap, they know how my n*ggas is comin’
[hook: kev dollaz]

[verse 2: kiing shooter]

ain’t no picking sides, i know who gon’ ride, them n*ggas ain’t never out (at all)
just gave a few bands to my lil’ mans, i might get your mother shot
you cuffin a b*tch thats f*cking your gang, and she ain’t gon’ never stop
they gave bhudda the 3, & he turned it to 8, but they ’bout to let him out
i’m in the field with the hooligans try to run up & we shootin him
say you gon’ slide then come do it then, i ain’t the one for computerin’
we catch him outside we gon shoot again, i don’t care who he be coolin’ with
they rappin’ that sh*t but i’m doin’ it, i am the one that influenced them
gang bangin’ since ’05, vito let me on his 45
caught them p*ssies on them back blocks, ain’t no picking i hit both rides
they say the love me but they both lyin’
i did them foul had them both cryin’
renti down with a 4 pound, run up on me and ya both dyin’
i’m really livin’ my raps, these n*ggas know how to act
i catch you, i hope that you’re strapped or you gon’ get took off this map
i didn’t know i could rap, i would rather be in the trap
and now that i’m gettin’ these racks, i’m focused on makin’ em’ mad
[hook: kev dollaz]

- kev dollaz lyrics

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