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letra de killumbus - bigkaybeezy

[intro]
on god
tryna lay somthin’ dead, gang, gang (ayy, boy stxnk, you hard)
tryna lay somethin’ dead (timmy da hitman)

[chorus]
foenem ain’t gon’ leave your crib unless the jakes comin’
all them guns on your ig, you better shake somethin’
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin’ dead
put that burner to his sh-t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
pop two percocets, i’m off the meds
talking tough won’t get you sh-t but dead
like, f-ck that, f-ck what you said
i get way too out my body, out my head, yeah, yeah
don’t come tell me lil’ folks with the feds like that ain’t your mans
told the opps come see ’bout me, they scared
i sip codeine ’til i can barely feel my legs
they let him out and it’s ’bout time to drop that bread
baby, don’t get scared, this was all part of the plan
he seen we slid the door back on that van, he ran
red dead, crack his egg, yeah, yeah
let’s see can he run without no legs
why the f-ck he playing?
i pop one more perc’, i might go fed, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
foenem ain’t gon’ leave your crib unless the jakes comin’
all them guns on your ig, you better shake somethin’
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin’ dead
put that burner to his sh-t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin’ dead
put that burner to his sh-t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m off of a whole lot of drugs in this b-tch
if he tweaking, i might get to buggin’ and sh-t
who the f-ck is you mugging and sh-t?
put a hole in your m-ffin and dip
i can’t go out like tip
you know exactly where i live
but you ain’t gon’ shoot up the crib
’cause young beezo get hit, you get k!lled
n-gga, know what it is, ayy
house arrest, i still ran up a mill’
ask me how do i feel, yeah, yeah
blue come on all of the bills
yeah, b-tch, and i ain’t with none of that other sh-t
you can call me k!llumbus when i hit your block
n-ggas die every time i discover sh-t
me or none of the guys on that funny sh-t
we get on dummy, that dummy sh-t
hundreds shots in your stomach, a ton of sh-t
and the opps in the crib, they on punishment
you better watch who you running with
fifty shots out the draco, astonishin’
ain’t your lil’ homie dead?
i heard he got shot in the head
don’t get buried under him
and them streets made for me, we be running them, ayy
[chorus]
foenem ain’t gon’ leave your crib unless the jakes comin’
all them guns on your ig, you better shake somethin’
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin’ dead
put that burner to his sh-t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna lay somethin’ dead
put that burner to his sh-t, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, uh
five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna—
grrt, boaw-boaw-boaw

- bigkaybeezy

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