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blow up - kts von lyrics

[intro]
[?] it’s christian
yeah
offback
yeah yeah
we [?]
nay nay
nay nay
huh

[chorus: kts von]
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (what) and he don’t even know her (not at all)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (blap), they ridin’ (blap), no chauffeurs (blap blap, blap)
extendos no holsters (blap), we kutthroat they know us (blap blap, blap)
you only got two options (huh), [?] or blow up ([?])
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (go gotti) and he don’t even know her (go gotti)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (yeah), they ridin’ (yeah), no chauffeurs (yeah yeah)
extendos no holsters (yeah yeah), we kutthroat they know us (yeah yeah)
you only got two options (blap, blap), [?] (blap) or blow up ([?])

[verse 1: kts von]
these n*ggas ain’t on anything, these b*tches go for [nathan?]
f*ck it, i’m waitin’, i’m plottin’, i’m stakin’
call kutthroat for the facеtime and you don’t want to face ’em
likе [?] like the ride line i’ll blow it like jamaicans
i’m f*ckin’ around with a yellow hoe, she burnt a dollar, she burnin’ dro
she f*ck around with them kutthroats, that hoe gettin’ knocked off (offback)
terror town they get soaked, what’s that? c section (yeah yeah)
terror town they get soaked, what’s that? c section (die 5)
that east side ain’t no joke, long clip, big smoke
f*ck around with my young n*ggas, get played like raheem bro
f*ck n*ggas like nemo, get lost, get found
where the f*ck you goin’ to? he don’t work there, i guess he do now!
he don’t work there, i guess he do now!
red tape, money k!ll, [?] (offback)
f*ck n*ggas, you ain’t with the sh*ts so move around
(move around)
b*tch we ktsin (kutthroat)
you ain’t never [?]
[chorus: kts von]
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (what) and he don’t even know her (not at all)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (blap), they ridin’ (blap), no chauffeurs (blap blap, blap)
extendos no holsters (blap), we kutthroat they know us (blap blap, blap)
you only got two options (huh), [?] or blow up ([?])
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (go gotti) and he don’t even know her (go gotti)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (yeah), they ridin’ (yeah), no chauffeurs (yeah yeah)
extendos no holsters (yeah yeah), we kutthroat they know us (yeah yeah) (cream)
you only got two options (blap, blap), [?] (blap) or blow up ([?])

[verse 2: billy cream]
cuttin’ up, kutthroat put you f*ck boys on a t*shirt
you walk around ’till yo feet hurt
we ain’t [?] sh*t to go [?]
i shot him in they hips
[?] gettin’ hit
we stressin’ about this money, you stressin’ about a lil b*tch
don’t give a f*ck if that’s yo main hoe, d*ck is what she came for
[?] we ’bout that
f*ck around on face book, then find out where your house at (offback)
f*ck around on instagram, then find out where your spouse at (offback)
we sn*tch [?], call you
wait it out ’till they fall through
free bands, free [?]
[?] make yo feet work
[?]
whole crib zip tied up
[?]
whole crib zip tied up
doing the most ’cause we masked up
[?] like a new man
got a new hoe with some new bands
east side, sh*t too real, got a new forty b*tch blue steel
[?]
i pop opps, don’t pop pills (blap blap)
[?] doing cop [?] (blap blap blap blap)
[?] doing cop [?] (blap blap blap blap)
[chorus: kts von]
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (what) and he don’t even know her (not at all)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (blap), they ridin’ (blap), no chauffeurs (blap blap, blap)
extendos no holsters (blap), we kutthroat they know us (blap blap, blap)
you only got two options (huh), [?] or blow up ([?])
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (go gotti) and he don’t even know her (go gotti)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (yeah), they ridin’ (yeah), no chauffeurs (yeah yeah)
extendos no holsters (yeah yeah), we kutthroat they know us (yeah yeah)
you only got two options (blap, blap), [?] (blap) or blow up ([?])
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (what) and he don’t even know her (not at all)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (blap), they ridin’ (blap), no chauffeurs (blap blap, blap)
extendos no holsters (blap), we kutthroat they know us (blap blap, blap)
you only got two options (huh), [?] or blow up ([?])
b*tches trippin’ over [nathan?] (go gotti) and he don’t even know her (go gotti)
my youngings [?] blow [?] (yeah), they ridin’ (yeah), no chauffeurs (yeah yeah)
extendos no holsters (yeah yeah), we kutthroat they know us (yeah yeah)
you only got two options (blap, blap), [?] (blap) or blow up

[outro]
[?] or blow up
[?] or blow up

- kts von lyrics

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