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K9z Add a K to the O, get blammed This shotgun here ain't new Rusty one, could've been in a war Now I find myself in the Nine Creepin' up with my G from the Four Step on the gas, fully first tour S got two, Bando wants more One shot kill, suttin' like hardcore You can get drilled or hashtag bored Swing my blade, aim straight for your chest I put man on the f**king bench Go ask YB how he got cheffed Made my blade rip straight through flesh Now my twenty two inch got filled with sauce And look what you f**king caused I was on the opp block and we just wan' tour No Avengers but we're coming for war Edmonton yutes are having a laugh From '015 to '018, not once did they let that blast Yo, how many man got bored up? All up to now they ain't rid for there dargs When [?] got bored up In the car I need suttin that barks I'm with Creepz tryna swing for the heart If I reach for my waist, then my yute back up It was me that caused that mazza Approach with caution or man get stab up While the mandem were ravin' in Nappa I was on the block, patrollin' the manor Man scoring these goals, Mo Salah Man rid on the Nine and I spilt bare Fanta Young age when I stepped with the wap Didn't think twice, just gripped on the mash Lean out the ride or I Jump Out Gang Me and bro in the bruck down dinger, that's facts It won't take me long to itch it and backs Man back out the Rambs and unclip that Little did you know that I am sav' Man pop this door, watch your best friend dash A&E, where your brodies at Jump Out Gang, watch bro double tap Slap this wap, watch you Migraine Skank Shh got slapped and he didn't ride back Oh well, I don't know for your batch We hop out, slap man right in his back When we pull up on peds with a f**k off shank Jump out the ride, ching man and then dash Them man must take us for eediat Ain't only at night when we rise up Stars Man pull up, man pull up with Mad Max Think it's a race, where the neeks all gone? Man bruck arff the firing pin from a one-two whiz Then it's straight to the Farm Got a jiggle back ting in the nizz Told her after the pleasure then you gotta go yard Word I'm most hated in North But we got things on things, yeah, of course N***as keep chatting bare wa** But the O's, till my bruddas creep up And a n***a get bored I'm a farm block G blud, I ain't no bopper How many times have we pulled up on oppers? Knife work specialist do man proper Countless man about nurses and doctors I roll with killers, dippers, drillers On sight sinners, the opps ain't slippers We been 'round there on a one-two whizz Tryna get a opp down but them boy there rippers Gyally want love but I'm really tryna get in her nickers Nick the plug and do a one-two flippers Shot the grub and then settlin' favours Ay, with my ting tucked, I move diligent Cross a line, we move militant And the ting got packed like Saint Nicholas Bow, bow, the beef is ridiculous Bro-bro done him twice, that's quickness Gang just back it out and move vigorous Crime scene moving mad, moving- Gang TT light made the cats wake up I ain't even gotta send out a text I bought a two and a Q of the soft from broski You know I've gotta fling it in the 'rex I got a black blade clipped on my tracksuit Just so I know I've got myself in check Bad B wanna wine and jiggle up chest Only if she's cute, not rude and dead Gear down, gotta rev up the gas Do road, gotta bill up my phone Then I circle around, even opp blocks then I go I still light up my zoot Take you for the n***as over there, that's ghost And free my bruddas in the cage that's locked K9z
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