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opppakk #mishonpacklol - ques3ten lyrics

(verse 1: ques3ten)
b*tch we got glocks and k’s
shooting through your brain
riding ‘round with kilo
b*tch we finna hit a stain
someone tell that pedo
that he finna get hanged
these bullets f*cking lethal
b*tch you better stay away
b*tch ain’t you a gamer
you don’t want no static bro
if you keep on talking
we finna turn him to a f*cking ghost
burn him like some f*cking toast
just like that one boy
we got big ole straps
b*tch we don’t play with toys
turning up the city
b*tch we been making noise
f*cking on that biddy
white girl named hanna
and i ain’t talking montana
unless we talking tony
moving that white girl
yeah we making it snowy
f*cking on an opp b*tch
told that b*tch blow me
b*tch we got gas
yeah we never on e
big ass k finna part the sea
just like i’m moses
choppa make him disappear
hocus pocus
we finna serve him bullets
just like a hostess
after we done
they gon need a f*cking sewing kit
so they can put your ass back together
if it’s cold i can change the weather
sending shots at everybody floyd mayweather
talking bout he smoking lizzos
b*tch that blunt look like a pencil
(verse 2: kiloyugi)
they said i’m gon make it n*gga, they been rootin for me
you say i ain’t that n*gga, you a f*ckin dummy
why these f*ck n*ggas spreading rumors, they don’t know the summary
whip that g*lock out that’s doa now they gon stitch his tummy
come round wit whoever it’s not safe, knock off his b*tch or homie
burn em down with k’s and drac’s, we smoke em he a f*ckin stogie
deep up in that water like a laker, let off 8 like kobe
i’m a skinny n*gga but at least n0body ever stole me
i ain’t purp n*gga i ain’t never b*tched out
gang on a n*gga ass we gon leave a n*gga stressed out
pull that n*gga down to h*ll now let’s see what he talkin bout
man f*ck what these n*ggas saying they ain’t what they rap about
tryna be like me you gon have to go harder
passed a couple n*ggas look who the f*ck going farther
ballin hangin on the rim n*gga i ain’t vince carter
saw him out in public in public push his sh*t back like a f*ckin barber
n*gga 5’6 gang how the f*ck my choppa taller
he ain’t on sh*t gang brodie ain’t no shot caller
kilo always been the motherf*ckin top shotta
hangin out the window steady shooting till i hit his māthā
the way this hoe be suckin d*ck can tell that she ain’t have no papa
you gon have to k!ll me just to stop me put that on my mama

- ques3ten lyrics

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