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letra de out his element - k wokk

[intro: news reporter 1 , news reporter 2 , & zoe chipalla]
a shooting in freeport leaves a 16 year old boy dead
and a family reeling from the loss
23 news reporter zoe chipalla joins us live
from the scene in freeport
she speaks with the family, who says this feels like a ‘bad dream’
that they just can’t wake up from
yeah, a bad dream indeed, mike & shannon
it’s been an emotional day here in freeport
lots of tears, lots of grieving
there’s been so many people filtering up and down
south beaver avenue, in freeport
dropping off balloons, um, candles, flowers
paying their respects to a boy who was shot last night, right here
named britten clanke
this story starts, about 19 hours ago

[verse 1: bigrakk t]
britten shoulda stayed inside that f-ckin’ crib
he was dissin’ on the net, then got shot all in his ribs
we gon’ merk him on sight, b-tch you know we shoot to k!ll
he talkin’ bout he gangsta, but he ain’t been on a drill
you stay in the house, you ain’t really in the field
he ain’t even got no dead homies, but soon he will
lil bro told me chill, boy i don’t know how to chill
he talkin’ bout he real, under pressure he gon’ squeal
[bridge: bigrakk t]
i, got him out his element, heart big as a elephant
cado ass a b-tch, he really is irrelevant
me and brodie elegant, you gon take that l again

[verse 2: bigrakk t]
57 f&n, make his ass dance
keep my name out yo mouth, boy i gave yo ass a chance
he ain’t tryna catch no ones, cuz he know i got the hands
i ah let yall b-tches jump me, i ah beat you and yo mans
keep runnin’ up my music y’all really is some fans
he had no bond and got out, y’all know what that mean
shoot the party up, before it start, make y’all b-tches scream
i ah do this sh-t, by myself, ion need no team
foe ass talkin’ bout k!llin’ me, boy you better dream
.762 really sting, boy this britten pack, it stink
they ass never tryna link, they ain’t never tryna meet
got this b-tch all on my meat, boy we snappin’ on this beat
that boy ratted on his homie and they gave his ass a treat

[verse 3: k wokk]
peewee got shot in his sh-t, britten got left on his d-ck
li jay crashed inside a ditch, david went out like a b-tch
meekie went out like a snitch, abel got punched in his sh-t
don’t forget about lil chris, tried to rob us with his b-tch
five in a row, posted up, look like a army
five cars deep, this sh-t lookin’ like a car meet
word around town, folks said you tried to harm me
i’ma beat yo ass, leave yo ass lookin’ like barney
now yo ass disabled, what happened to abel
we had turned the tables, left em in the stables
gave his ass some staples, cut em like a cable
boy y’all tellin’ fables, ballin’ out like daboll
any day of any week, we could get up, link & meet
roll em in a graba leaf, leave his ass up in the street
turn yo name to rip, f-ckin’ goofy d.i.e
now his ass a d.o.a, spinnin’ wit them 308s
did the race and beat the case cuz we won’t leave a f-ckin’ trace
bustin’ through the front gate, eli ass f-ckin g-y
hit em with that chop, f-ck up his face, i could be charged with rape
caution on the scene, yellow tape, i’ma ma’f-ckin’ ape
don’t get caught tryna escape, .762 leave ’em baked
hit em with that draco, let it eat his ma’f-ckin’ face
we do not condone the snitchin’, meekie ass went out like jayce
he was dissin’ on them instagram posts, ’til he got faced
say you smokin’ on my dawg, you ain’t never got em touched
but ain’t gon speak on that lil situation, i ain’t said much
wassaname was dissin’ in them songs, got his head bust
i be on that tweak sh-t, catch his ass, beat sh-t
leave em in the street, b-tch, leave em over east, b-tch
leave his ass deceased, b-tch, i do what i please, jit
hit em with that glock switch, fl!ck em like a lightswitch
jay pack f-ck up my lungs, i know they don’t like this
[bridge: bigrakk t]
i, got him out his element, heart big as a elephant
cado ass a b-tch, he really is irrelevant
me and brodie elegant, you gon take that l again

[verse 4: bigrakk t]
yeah we got the block bussin’, f-ck that boy, i can’t trust em
get em gone, we ain’t rushin’, 5.0 i’m straight dustin’
makin’ all them posts, can’t be talkin’ bout us
catch me out in traffic, with that lil hi-point, better bust
cado ass said “its up”, but he never pullin’ up
he a b-tch, like what the f-ck? one up top, it’s a buck
dump his body in a truck, foe ass ran out of luck
he pulled up in that chevy, on my mama he got stuck
always lookin’ for some weed, that boy really is a cluck

[verse 5: k wokk & bigrakk t ]
he tried duckin’ shots, buddy got shot all in the truck
oh, he dissin’ on the gang, i’ma really get em touched
swing the stick around like hockey, i’ma hit you like a puck
like some ma’f-ckin’ lightning, i got that boy struck
i’ma pitbull, boy, you’s a lil ass pup
his ass say he tried to get me, but he always f-ckin’ duck
tried to jack, got popped, boy you ran out of luck
yeah, we got his ass poked, but ain’t finna say too much
you ain’t did none for me, why yo hand out, for what?
my big brodie, he a dawg, he a ma’f-ckin’ mutt
boy this automatic, really hit a goofy in the gut
yeah, we got that sh-t now, but had to get it out the mud
i’ma shark, yo ass a fish
why you even tryna diss?
i’ma come through with the switch
gut his ass like a fish
[outro: k wokk]
we might run up in his crib
do his ass like britten, leave em on the-, mm
f-ck, d-mn, snapped that sh-t

- k wokk

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