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UNTITLED.wav w/ demona + 540swervv

go fw my twin
@fear-676192340
LYRICS!
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{KINO}
I can't tell you nothin' bout it, you won't know how that shit feel
I can't tell you nothin' bout it, how It feel to chase the thrill
Gettin' kills, and I been workin' hard to get the mills
They want me to sign my life away for the deal, nah for real
Anybody try that shit today, they gettin' killed
Damn, I need to chill, not for real

{FEAR!}
When the tomb crack, bringin' boom back to boom baps
Throw grenade, nigga, check, I threw back
Smokin' opps and blunts and fruit wraps
I shot first, he can't shoot back
One plus one, so you're two-tapped with toe-tags
You fruit snack,
I got your noose tied and looped back
Kick the stool back, cause then it's choke, choke, and a "too bad"

{KINO}
It's too bad, the way that he went out, too sad
He got a life, but I promise that he could lose that
Choke, choke, put him in a blunt, and that's some boof pack
I'm on, go, go,
Everywhere I go, I got a new mag
She like "whoa, whoa, everywhere you go is where your group at"
They like "whoa, whoa." tell that pussy boy he better shoot back
In the whip, I'm finna scoot that

{FEAR!}
I feel like Tonto smokin' Fonto up on horseback
You a lone ranger
Aight, don't make me fuckin' laugh
Loud as fuck, cause it's mid all through your fuckin' pack
And when that Mac bust, I promise ain't no comin' back
Cause if we techin', these hands turn to weapon
Knock out and leave him breathless
In bout a second,
Yo ass is broadcast
Breakin' news, body found
Floatin' round with bullet holes from hundred rounds
And ayy, I'm a pacifist, but not to get specific
I went from the chain dogs and hoppin' over fences
Fell asleep to the gun blast did somethin' to my senses
Glad to say that I'm far from that, but can still clutch the biscuit
So know it's click, click, click to leave you senseless
I won't need a passport, that weed a new dimension
Laughin' off in your bitch house, you can taste it when y'all kissin'
Body bag, stay ready for pussy niggas sneak dissin'
I blast off when I'm spliffin', it's acid rap what I'm spittin'
Just like Chance, is you trippin' when bullet rain, gets to drippin'

{BOTH}
I gotta question, you with it ?
Indecisive, so skittish ?
Don't you hear that I'm hittin' ?
Touch your soul with consistence

{FEAR!}
I'm on your mind like a fitted
Your body quakin' like Chile
9.5 where I'm sittin' because my 9 is drum kitted'

{KINO}
If I want it, I get it
I started rappin' for riches
I had to trash me some bitches, and now I'm addin' my digits
And now my flow got no limits
I'm leavin' bodies in ditches
You went to school, I was skippin'
I got a tool with some switches
I'm subtractin' the switches
I still got tools and no limits
I get the pack and I flip it
I count the blues when I'm finished

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LYRICS:
I'm a weed-smoking pistol-totin' fuck-up and
I love money I can't get enough of it
I was bummy but I'm livin' better now and
I dare one of y'all to try to take it from me
I'm a weed-smoking pistol-totin' junkie and
I love money I can't get enough of it
I was bummy but I'm livin' better now and
I dare one of y'all to try to take it from
me

I'm a different man when I step in the zone Like a bitch that I don't fuck with told em leave
me alone
l had to warn him fore' he hit it that this weed really strong
My eyes gettin' low
I'm prayin' that I make it back home
No trust for a ho
She know she not as slimy as bro
I'm watchin' them both I'm prayin' that I make it back home
My heart gettin' cold we sat around n' watch as it froze
I'm watchin' it freeze y'all already know who I be

I'm a weed-smoking pistol-totin' fuck-up and
I love money I can't get enough of it
I was bummy but I'm livin' better now and
I dare one of y'all to try to take it from me
I'm a weed-smoking pistol-totin' junkie and
I love money I can't get enough of it
I was bummy but I'm livin' better now and
I dare one of y'all to try to take it from
me

Imma
Real slick shoot it off the hip
Got everybody askin' they like how he never miss?
Dumb bitch give me brain I'm like ignorance is bliss
I'm still ridin' with them dudes that like to tote them dirty sticks hit em' deuce-deuce
like the track I didn't miss
I roll up with different flavors I can't tell you what it is
I would never ask for favors or for handouts like a bitch
Why this bitch up on my phone I told her get up off my dick
On gang

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