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king kony - shootergang kony lyrics

[verse 1]
aye
free jody out the cage, they want us to trade
you only kissin on a b-tch, i’m -ssuming you g-y (ay)
got a hooker beggin to stay
you can see me in yo hood giving tapers and fades (ay)
n-gg- gave up his life, there a story
i play too much, i probably torture her and record it
she bore me
catch me in her house like corey
i’m tryna send a hooker on the road, no glory
i got a couple n-gg-s doin bad, they’ll shoot his -ss
just to get a picture and be glad
who are you to tag?
ice cubes glide on my neck, cho stupid -ss
decorate a n-gg- all good, like a louie bag

[chorus]
aye everything gucci, that mean its good
ion take it to the booth, b-tch i’m in the hood
i got a white b-tch, all she do is joog
when she trap with her friends i call em p-ck-rwoods, uh
b-tches love me, i think it’s my belt, uh
ain’t gutter over here, everything good
b-tch i’m only 5’6, but i’m shook
took a chain off this neck, b-tch i wish a n-gg- would

he hypy, hypy, if he think he finna fight me
i might be spike lee and just shoot with his wifey
high speed, bouta check like i’m nike
she send a paragraph, i just leave her on typing

fight me, fight me, i’m close range but i’ll snipe ye
might get up on a n-gg-, face shot like a id
bite me, bite me, i’m a mack, you need guidance
b-tch i’m the king, i’m a tyrant

[verse 2]
[[?][?] there ain’t a [?][?]?]
ask me what i bang, ion think you finna peep
i’m only one gang, but the s from the g
but i’m lying cause i’m 6’1 beef, f-ck 2-3
free the jumpman, watch him jump when i hit him up
on the wrong side of the fence, get ya n-gg- plucked
and for every bullet hole, i won a hunnid bucks
hit the wrong man, i don’t plan on giving up
aye, free kony out the cage
shoot em when he saw em, smoked a n-gg- twice his age
i’m stayin here, f-ck a n-gg- need a trade
you can see me in yo hood, giving face, i line some
k-squeeze, got the juice he’ll find some
n-gg-s seein gold, they like where he get blind from
he ain’t never caught a shot, let em try one
even with a graze, ima count it as a light one

[chorus]
aye everything gucci, that mean its good
i got a white b-tch, all she do is joog
when she trap with her friends i call em p-ck-rwoods, uh
b-tches love me, i think it’s my belt, uh
ain’t gutter over here, everything good
b-tch i’m only 5’6, but i’m shook
took a chain off this neck, b-tch i wish a n-gg- would

he hypy, hypy, if he think he finna fight me
i might be spike lee and just shoot with his wifey
high speed, i got a check like i’m nike
she send a paragraph, i just leave her on typing

fight me, fight me, i’m close range but i’ll snipe ye
might get up on a n-gg-, face shot like a id
bite me, bite me, i’m a mack, you need guidance
b-tch i’m the king, i’m a tyrant

- shootergang kony lyrics

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