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ladder match - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
treat the presi’ just like jfk nem
i could treat the presi’ just like jfk and blow the face
i should—
’bout to— huh, huh
’bout to treat the presi’ just like—

[verse]
’bout to treat the presi’ just like jfk and blow the face
you would think my n*ggas beef with kendrick how they blow the drac’
tell them n*ggas they ain’t faster than me on my slowest day
and my buffies white as babytron, but my soda ain’t
leavin’ out of hutchy, b*tch, i’m finna make it snow today
stay on point with thirty n*ggas, think i hoop for golden state
f&n, smithy, glocky, i don’t know what pole to play
they think we doin’ mma the way we throwin’ ‘bows today
do the dash rockin’ ricky, i ain’t bobby, though
smokin’ in thе foreign like i’m fivio
turn him to a ghost, i let thе tommy blow
pockets sh*tty, wrist p*ssy, i ain’t gotta potty, though
the hitstick ain’t for tacklin’ opps
when they say it’s on the floor, we get active with mops
it’s wintertime, is you stackin’ or not?
b*tch, i’m rockin’ gucci, better duck or i’m tappin’ the top
b*tches off the 42, the glocky hold a 31
don’t know how my record clean, i’m totin’ all these dirty guns
would’ve thought these b*tches migrated how them birdies come
johnny storm with the torch, i catch him, i’m gon’ burn him up
turn a royal rumble to a ladder match
i’ll take her lil’ heart and shatter that
i bet the fully make him scatter back
how i popped a corn in this sh*t, you’d think he cracker jack
every cup full of mud, used to play in the dirt
clutchin’ on my lil’ uzi, i’m racin’ a vert
catch an opp, put his face on a shirt
pop him on the second if i don’t get my pape’ on the first
every teller know me at the pnc
rock him for that chicken like he pnb
i think his money phone stay on dnd
how we shootin’, throw our highlight reel up on tnt
switchy put a hundred hoes in his v
tryna see if i can fit a hundred hoes in this jeep
could run through a hundred o’s in a week
with militia, your b*tch took a hundred souls, she a freak
we ain’t sellin’ silverware, but we got ‘bows for the cheap
all this steppin’ i’ve been doin’, scuffed the soles on my sneaks
got a flash on my glocky, make him pose for the heat
think my n*ggas nerds, only thing they know is to geek
[outro]
b*tch, dog sh*t militia
gang

- stanwill lyrics

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