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kony (intro) - shootergang kony lyrics

[intro]
ayy

[verse]
i’ve been geekin’ all my life, you n*ggas geekin’ was a phase and i ain’t feelin’ that
slide over here and get your ceiling whacked
you can find me in the zoo where the gorillas at
love the candlelight, but that ain’t even where we k!lled him at, b*tch n*gga
at rolling loud with .40 cal’
might catch me a rapper and start performing in the crowd, you know?
stick talkin’
on blood gang, i trip often
catch a sucker leakin’, but only his b*tch talkin’
we gon’ blam a n*gga stupidly long as my wrist knockin’
n*ggas know how i’m rockin’, for surely, i’m john stockton
you be woofin’ on the gang, when you see me, it ain’t no problem
i’m feeling nice today, ‘stead of k!llin’ ’em, i should rob ’em, ayy
gave him twenty, then traded that for the stock
rock with too many shots just like i’m beggin’ for the cops
doin’ somethin’ you not make ’em hate me, that’s on god
pull up like a hooper and hit you with four*five, n*gga
all i think about murder, let’s trade minds
slangin’ irons, main reason your partner be on my live
your baby daddy scared of me, he can tell you i’m slime
you rap ’bout all them choppers, them n*ggas hit you with nines
all the time, we gon’ handle n*ggas if they one of mine
i know a couple shooters that tattle*told in they prime
heard little brother was snitchin’, they wasn’t lyin’
but what’s crazy, n*ggas rap about rodents in every line, come on
give it up for the snitch gang
you do all them push*ups, hit the street, and get zipped, gang
popped a couple n*ggas, but it’s all in the wrist game, i’m insane
please don’t try me front of these kids, man (on god)
i prefer the glock over the chop, i like to know who i be shootin’ anyway
my n*gga right here gon’ grab the k
only shootin’ out the whip because we on the interstate
no point in faith, ’cause ain’t no shooter finna see them heaven gates
who got the cold whips and most tricks?
who got ’em eatin’ out his palm? who got a neck that cost him four bricks?
who got your baby mama door kicked?
put a whole thirty in that glock and let it go until the pole cl!ck
who got the power that say n*ggas wasn’t good?
who got the ball? who movin’ reckless when he jugg?
who be the most hated but the never understood?
who put him on a shirt then went and stumbled out the hood?
kony

- shootergang kony lyrics

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