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k-baby (bussing k's) - scotty cain lyrics

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[intro; scotty cain]
23 forever
og forever
ymwrmf b-tch we stepping on sh-t

[verse; scotty cain]
he pull up with a knife, if he try then we popping your top, he can’t go to the shop cause he dead
he ain’t thinking right, sh-t
his head must be tight, we gone blow that b-tch off a his head
he say he got steppas, we catch and blow out they spine, you know that sh-t take out the legs
we ready to clip thru some roster, you think you a rockstar, this choppa gone cut off your dreads, yeah

[verse; jaydayoungan]
i’m outta my mind, percocets in my body, you know i be full of them meds
but i be quick to draw down, make a p-ssy lay down, we done filled a b-tch n-gga with lead
up with the choppa and aim where his mouth at
b-tch we gone make you regret what you said
slinging that iron, for the dracos and nines, b-tch you get outta line we gone take off your head

[verse; scotty cain]
yeah
b-tch just called me like she just seen an opp
i’m like b-tch well you know how to play it
go get his number while he in the car, .40 blow off his jaw while you giving head
i know that my opps be p-ssy, i catch em they dying, they say if you scared, you dead
my youngin come spin on a bmx bike
and he got a shooter with him on the peds

[verse; jaydayoungan]
my steppa been creeping for weeks, b-tch we on every street, we gone find where you stay at
come thru yo door, while you getting some sleep
leave you all on the sheets, blow your brains on the bed
n0body body gone leave, everybody gone bleed, we don’t talk to police, we don’t speak to the feds
b-tch i bang 23, double m f-ck with me, static clutchin that 30 stick, ready to spread

[verse; scotty cain]
b-tch we don’t sleep on the opps
get a drop and we creeping with chops
we got the key to the locks
or we bust that b-tch open with glocks
we be clutching that pole, we gone pop if he trip he gone drop
23 sending shots
ima twist your -ss up when i blow with that stick, they have to take you outta knot

[verse; jaydayoungan]
we wet this sh-t up like a mop
he say that it’s up, when we catch em he drop
n-gga how many shots you got? a lot
n-gga how the f-ck is you gone talk with no top
i heard that lil’ boy tryna plot
hop out, put that b-tch in a box
shots from the drac knock his face in the rocks
we smoking on dead n-ggas, choking on opps

[verse; scotty cain]
bring that bit close and i bang
n-ggas just hating, his face got caught in the glock
we wit the gang, play with my mans b-tch we come and get at ya momma
we got them k’s
dracos and big b-tches, they been kin to osama
my lil’ shooter come zip you for a couple zips, and just just for the work i give him a few dollars

[verse; jaydayoungan]
give him a few commas, he aim at your collar
my n-gga slide thru and he bussing that choppa
long range, and get close to his noggin don’t matter gone burner the lil’ b-tch just like lobster
say you got a problem, my rifle gone solve em
gone blow your sh-t if you think you a robber
3 to the face this a pair of air prada
we gone send that lil’ fat mouthin b-tch to the doctor

[verse; scotty cain]
we gone walk up and shhh his -ss
i just got a nine and the peg at the front make it silent
and that b-tch you been cuffing, the whole gang be done hit her
i used to p-ss he to my partner
when i see a opp, i be tryna take off, n-gga p-ss the rock and show you how i’m rocking
pop off at the mouth, we pop you like a w-lly, pop you like a perky, pop you like a molly

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