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bussdown - shootergang kony lyrics

[intro]
(godd*mnit, dupri)

[chorus: teejay3k]
i just bust down my rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time
money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line
all these pointers in my wrist, i can change time
you can see it in my face that it’s game time
you say you with it, n*gga, step then, ayy
you ain’t gettin’ right, you gettin’ left then
we don’t know you, boy, sh*t, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy
ridin’ with them glocks and them fn’s

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
ayy, when i was twelve, i went to jail, i still ain’t never made no statement, b*tch
i’m kony korver with this weapon, who you playin’ with?
bust down my neck, so you can’t see me when i take a pic
so much money, get away with givin’ lazy d*ck
popped too many n*ggas with that same nine, i’m on it, yeah
yeek from arizona, shot that b*tch in california (yeah)
blizzard on my neck the reason why she got pneumonia
check the pointers, bust that .38 and leave you on the corner
what i’m doin’? grippin’ tools, you try, i’ll see you on the news
i play it bool ’cause i’m a blood but i’ma give that boy the blues (woop)
young n*gga tryna stack more money than a jew
i’m only cherrypicking shots because i know who i’ma shoot, gang

[verse 2: teejay3k]
had to get myself up out of sh*t because i know how to move
lately, all i do is win, i don’t know how to lose
either the bentley or the benz, i don’t know how to choose
i’m the hottest n*gga out, i don’t know how to cool
yeah, that big facts, thumbin’ through them big racks (yeah)
let that chopper spit on a b*tch, draco got a kickback (yeah)
f*ck around and get your sh*t sn*tched
you be squeakin’ like a mouse, you a big rat (yeah), ayy
all that tellin’ that you doin’ (all that tellin’ that you doin’), n*gga
i hope you got insurance (i hope you got insurance)
’cause them n*ggas on your ass, we ain’t goin’ for it (we ain’t goin’ for that sh*t)
i was down on my last, fourth and ten, i was goin’ for it, sh*t

[chorus: teejay3k & nef the pharaoh]
i just bust down my rollie, ho, we ain’t on the same time
money talk, baby, we ain’t on the same line
all these pointers in my wrist, i can change time
you can see it in my face that it’s game time
you say you with it, n*gga, step then, ayy
you ain’t gettin’ right, you gettin’ left then
we don’t know you, boy, sh*t, you gotta check in, ayy, ayy (chang)
ridin’ with them glocks and them fn’s (hear ye, hear ye)

[verse 3: nef the pharaoh]
i just bust down my patek, don’t panic
when she see me, know it’s goin’ down, titanic
she a demon on that d*ck, but she was just in church with granny
i had let her get on top to ride, she still ain’t understand it
ayy, what you doin’, chang?
checkin’ traps, strapped, ridin’ ’round with my tool
big 40, i’ll give a n*gga the blues
i bet i can knock a b*tch in and out a prada ‘fit
i’m a sixteen, my granny and my mama was some pimps
that’s on my daddy, he a cook, but i ain’t take the route
i was on the block p*ssin’, i got paper now
murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll, go’n lay ’em out
if you like livin’, keep my name out your f*ckin’ mouth

- shootergang kony lyrics

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