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friendly fire - shootergang kony lyrics

[verse 1]
hit you with this 4 fifth f*ck em we don’t know sh*t
spinning like a vhs tape till my pole cl!ck
like peyton manning i can give a n*gga motion
if you had vision you would see yo n*gga’s open
opp that boy loafing hit his top get a bonus
big guns give a n*gga sh*lls master roshi
groupie boys tryna ride the wave billy ocean
n*gga’s out here fonking with they self like they logan
who me? you know i’m expialodocious
i ain’t picky boy i’ll take whatever n*gga’s holding
never did chores i seen close homies folding
still don’t smoke weed i smoke opp n*gga’s sober
know the job done if i put my n*gga’s on it
opp’s don’t even wanna shoot they tryna pass likе sabonis
ss we plugged in like a cronus
whеn n*gga’s play with us we in the streets like we homeless

[chorus]
one body, two body, three bodies, four
n*gga’s act crazy till we sitting at they door
five, 6’s make a n*gga get up out the way
after 762’s put a n*gga in his place
y’all slide we slide n*gga ei
big sh*lls tip a n*gga fitted cap ti
i been inna field with it since levi’s
n*gga’s think sh*t good i don’t see why
[verse 2]
ops just caught another case
if that was my bruh i woulda got em out today
freaky ops telling b*tches they just want a taste
same b*tches send me screenshots of em i could play
i done got stupid out the sun roof
no escape who you n*gga’s finna run to
red life style sh*t i wanna undo
she was trife but i told her could come throught
aye, i done seen gangsta’s get popped and turn witness
we dropped so much sh*lls in they side we hit guinness
i ain’t sora b*tch you know my cl!ck got no limit
you just tryna leave cause you ain’t got no b*tches
opp’s unhealthy hit they block they show fitness
the one’s that work out be getting stretched like gymnast
no suitcase show you hoes i mean business
all my opps cl!cked up i call them n*gga’s red ribbon
all my opps switched up and tell me ima real n*gga
you know i got that tommy ain’t no f*cking hilfiger
old school chopstick know i eat my meals with it
only hit that b*tton once and ever they still sh*tty, aye
n*gga’s hit interrogation leave a testimony
that n*gga switched you got no choice mu n*gga get up on em
i ain’t never made a beat but i’m forever rolling
and her cooter wasn’t fat until i made it swollen
[chorus]
one body, two body, three bodies, four
n*gga’s act crazy till we sitting at they door
five, 6’s make a n*gga get up out the way
after 762’s put a n*gga in his place
y’all slide we slide n*gga ei
big sh*lls tip a n*gga fitted cap ti
i been inna field with it since levi’s
n*gga’s think sh*t good i don’t see why

- shootergang kony lyrics

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