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real money - shootergang kony lyrics

[verse 1]
yeh, i was just running to the bay
since my lights turned off i put 200 on the dash
we got shots, we got money, made a gang of n****s start gofundme’s
seen yo packets that is not yo money
yeh, i keep stick like a senior citizen
i drop big sh*t on her, you talmbout she’s innocent (talmbout she innocent)
when you ask em where they from, they answer come off riddling (huh?)
i don’t f*ck with square hoes unless they got some benifits, n****
i’m a stepper, how i rock i feel great
i’m from the trenches, sh*t was hard, brother got rеal pape (real)
just go over to his housе, gotta wiggle through steel gates (h*llo)
you told her turn off my music, that’s real hate (n****)
eat the d*ck, now we don’t go on real dates (yeah)
you see me smiling when its up, n**** that’s my k!ll face (that’s my k!ll face)
betta run for us, sucka die, we order steak
should buy a gun for him, or that’s another n**** spanked (gun for him, bang)

[chorus]
twenty five hundred for the shoes, while i wrestle, i’m a stepper (yeah)
jeez, thought n****s would know me better
nights in the county i was dealing with pressure (dealing with pressure)
i keep brodie by my side because he be with whatever, sh*t (sh*t)
twenty thousand that is not no real money
sh*t, i need a couple million, enough i could chill money ( i could chill)
told brodie one thing; don’t steal from me
in the meantime, i’m counting this getting you k!lled money
[verse 2]
n****s talking bout they stats, they wasn’t in the field (wasn’t in the field)
where the f*ck you live? who you even k!lled? (b*tch)
n****s couldn’t hold a buck if you don’t keep it real (keep it real)
n****s got me tryna funk it out with stewart little (rats)
i told bro to kick the cup, he sippin’ syrup still
[?] (bang bang)
why would n**** even test him when you know he will?
you brought this n to my cribo when you know he steal (the f*ck?)
is this yo cousin? sh*t he getting smoked (sh*t he getting smoked)
i got b*tches worrying bout my other b*tch, i’m hitting both (hey)
catch him right on his block and turn him all to endo
i’m a immigrant n**** so you don’t know my kin folk (huh?)

[chorus]
twenty five hundred for the shoes, while i wrestle, i’m a stepper (yeah)
jeez, thought n would know me better (huh?)
nights in the county i was dealing with pressure
i keep brodie by my side because he be with whatever, sh*t (bah bah)
twenty thousand that is not no real money (that is not no real money)
sh*t, i need a couple million, enough i could chill money (on god)
told brodie one thing; don’t steal from me (don’t steal from me)
in the meantime, i’m counting this getting you k!lled money (bam)

- shootergang kony lyrics

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