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letra de in & outta town - key glock

[intro]
k!ll ’em all, yeah
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)
(ayo, bandplay)
cutthroat la familia, paper route 5l
you know what i’m sayin’? paper route business, paper route campaign
whatever you wanna call this sh-t, n-gga
yeah, yeah, get back gang, gang (fah, fah, fah, fah)
uh, your b-tch fave, uh
yeah (yeah), n-gga (what?), this sh-t still major (ayy)
yeah
[chorus]
ayy, don’t tell me to slide, i was on that before my n-gga died (shh)
these n-ggas hidin’, lil’ bruh got a switch and he can’t wait to try it (yeah)
it’s f-ck the opps, yeah, let ’em rot, these n-ggas, they be rappin’ lies
i’m ’bout my guap, these n-ggas clowns, yeah, these n-ggas is pennywise
your b-tch on my genitals (phew, phew), yeah (phew), i been gettin’ it for a while (phew)
fourteen, stole a quarter pound, i ran it up, couldn’t turn me down (yeah)
big glock, i been runnin’ wild, you want some beef? i slaughter cows (yeah)
you know i don’t play around, i keep that in and out of town (fah, fah, fah)

[verse]
i f-cked her on the floor and couch, this b-tch got glizzy in her mouth
my chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only b-tch i’m worried ’bout (yup)
n-ggas, i ain’t worried ’bout ’cause all they do is run they mouth (yeah)
n-ggas, i ain’t worried ’bout ’cause all they do is run they mouth
ayy, don’t tell me to slide, i been on that for a long time (fah, fah, fah)
these n-ggas porcupines, backstabbin’, that is not my kind (cutthroat)
hoppin’ out a truck on twenty-sixes with my forty-five (skrrt, skrrt, fah)
you know i rep that five, so that’s why i got like five wives
i flip your ass like five guys (yeah), choppers in all size (yeah)
big old glocks, got all kinds (for real, yeah), gang ‘nem got all kinds (yeah)
i’m workin’ hard, no part-time (ayy), these n-ggas part-time
i don’t want some, need all mine (real), yeah, i need all of mine (b-tch)

[chorus]
ayy, don’t tell me to slide (phew), i was on that before my n-gga died (phew, phew)
these n-ggas hidin’, lil’ bruh got a switch and he can’t wait to try it
it’s f-ck the opps, yeah, let ’em rot, these n-ggas, they be rappin’ lies (tss)
i’m ’bout my guap, these n-ggas clowns, yeah, these n-ggas is pennywise (phew)
your b-tch on my genitals, yeah, i been gettin’ it for a while
fourteen, stole a quarter pound (ayy), i ran it up, couldn’t turn me down (yeah)
big glock, i been runnin’ wild (ayy), you want some beef? i slaughter cows (yup)
you know i don’t play around, i keep that in and out of town (frrt, fah)
[outro]
yeah
yeah
yeah

- key glock

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