super bowl sunday - kush binflockin lyrics
[verse]
okay, free khay
i can’t wait until i see the day
in the 100s, i come to play
we in woo town, get up out the way
duppy gang, no it ain’t safe
over east, i was bendin’ with shak
hop out, you better aim for his*
better not throw it straight ‘cause you gon’ catch a case
you smokin’ on who? now say it to his face
oh you tryna run? i’m like, pick up the pace
hollows gon’ grab him, knock him out the race
bro caught a* and now he skippin’ states
if it’s up then it’s up, yeah, i said it
they smokin’ on bro so i could never dead it
if they reverse the v, i’ma sh*ll it
get to ootin’ like i’m jj red*ck
take a trip, he gon’ go meet the rеverend
it was only me and smith & wеsson
floxkin’ to live that’s really my profession
keep a ruler to teach him a lesson
no phones in the whip when we bendin’
we got texts, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout textin’
hop out gang, you could die with your weapon
like, i bet they gettin’ that message
they be like, “kush, stop smokin’ on pop smoke”
“you will probably get to make it far”
okay, now i’m smokin’ bashar
and that boy that got hit in the car
like, ain’t no shootin’ from far
i’ma hop out that v, when i shoot let it bark
y’all tryna diss?
okay, [?] no lackin’ in that park
i’ll probably take it too far but y’all started it
y’all gotta know i overplay my part
how you gon’ jack you the face or the heart of this?
what? you wasn’t there from the start
free duppy gang, i know they’ll be back one day
play with us it’s only goin’ one way
trav took time, he soon be on them streets
remember them nights we was bendin’ that one*way
and the whole city know we ‘bout that gunplay
talk to my glizzy, i be where my gun says
shh got left just from bein’ ryte
and now we get high ever super bowl sunday
jah woo dissin’, i know why he tight
when we catch him lackin’ he gon’ have his dumb face
envy he with me, up it, take his life
if he try to run i’m clearin’ out that runway
like, we could make it lit
we could link up, what you wanna do?
you know i tote mine, i be on go time
play with the gang and we sendin’ a few
it’s up with whoever, we don’t pick and choose
if he out of bounds he end up in a pack
i was on zoe block yellin’ out “woo!”
but this time he ain’t get to yell it back
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