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gunplay! - tdk t-ẞeezle lyrics

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[intrx]
yeah
yeah
yeah
[verse 1, datkid dj]
wake up in da mornin, yeah i got my bl!ck on me
deez n*ggas be steppin to me, i make dey ass a memory
2 bullets to his dome, yeah dat boy a history (he gone)
dey always be talkin sh*t like dey really knowin where i be
and lil b*tch was toppin me, she was suckin on my meat
told dat b*tch to stop, get up on dis sh*t, come ride da d
n*ggas think i’m soft, cuz i’m never really in da streets
little do dey know, i’m still posted, shootin f*ckin beams
throwin up b’s, never c’s, my whole team
n*ggas close to me, i condsider them my family
take a goofy opp off da map if he need to be
made dat boy freeze, when i turned da bl!cky to his t**th
den he tried runnin, so i shot his ass in da knee
and my n*ggas fresh, but we still do dat sh*t
shot him wit da stick, i got dat draco on my lap
if he pull up, he gettin hit
got him wasted on da curb, den i f*ck his main b*tch
and da hoe was a eater, she was gobblin on my d*ck
but speaking of, just bought an extendo clip
it got 13, no 14, no 15 hollow tips
my opps is always on my ass, tryna catch me slip
my bro here, and he got dat extra stick
don’t talk to him, he run up, and yo ass is gettin hit
i think he got a draco, one bullet make you flip
you think i’m playin? tj, talk yo sh*t!
[verse 2, tdk t*ẞeezle]
pop sh*t, you go poof, like presto
lock sh*t down on sight, uh*huh
hot sh*t in da booth like x doe
i spit loud on mic, uh*huh
hump my d*ck, real loud like missles
exploded into white, uh*huh
das how i pop her cherry like a pimple
we gonna be f*ckin all night, uh*huh
i let off a round, blastin in da crowd
dat sh*t super loud, on man down
dat n*gga a opp, leave him on da ground
no what? nevermind, bodies can’t be found
take him by the mine, put him in the ground
i’m boutta get high, it’s boutta go down
boolin wit my grimes, we don’t make a sound
when we crucify, we don’t make a sound
i bought a kel*tec and i’m finna blast it
yo b*tch wan’ f*ck, i said no, cuz she plastic
f*ck all dem sensors, b*tch, how i get past it?
money get longer, literally elastic
shootin like i’m f*ckin curry, take cover and hurry
cuz i’m bussin out wit da draco
know i’m a a*hole
big ass numbas on da bankroll
big ass choppa, shoot ya face off, ayy!

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