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letra de fear me - shootergang kony

haa, ssg
chorus:
yeah
word around my city it’s a couple of n—- trying to k!ll me
childhood homies tryna drill me, you n—– know the real me
if you ain’t shot a sucka you don’t feel me
these undercover n—- tryna steal me, we drillin some really
have my shooter pop you like a illy
you ain’t never popped a n—- clearly
i gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
free shooters boy i miss that n—- dearly
sh-t all these n—- fear me n—-
verse 1:
couple hundreds gеt you stepped on
crazy how my name gеttin repped on
teflon, n—- better have that teflon
but i be shootin till his vest gone
pray my n—- make it home
it’s a reason i get slept on
but i’m just tryna get the set home, brodie need a headstone
brodie need a lawyer still, and i’m kinda tired of talking on them jail phones
n—- really dead wrong
yeah
this a dead zone
i’m the one that put that murder in they headphones
if you see me then i’m bussin till the lead gone
set in stone that it’s f-ck em till i’m dead on
every doggy got its day we was fed bones
from that muder zone but i could sit at every throne
heavy metal but it’s plastic in the head chrome
shoot first, finish last leave his head showin
chorus:
yeah
word around my city it’s a couple of n—- trying to k!ll me
childhood homies tryna drill me, you n—– know the real me
if you ain’t shot a sucka you don’t feel me
these undercover n—- tryna steal me, we drillin some really
have my shooter pop you like a illy
you ain’t never popped a n—- clearly
i gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
free shooters boy i miss that n—- dearly
sh-t all these n—- fear me n—-
verse 2:
yeah, rest in peace to red
for stickin out his nose we knock off his head
i ain’t see his face i just shot at his dreads
if he don’t leave his home we gone knock at his mans
oh you poppin it then? yeah i’m poppin it twin
i heard it’s money on my head
oh you shoppin wit them?
shot a lot for the win, shoulda got wit me then
i ain’t rockin wit them n-ggas we flock at them in
you f-ck wit them, can’t f-ck wit me
you funk wit them? homie you stuck wit me
if i catch you wit 10 n—- put 10 on a tee
brodie picked up the game first then he threw it to me
it ain’t venice, my palms sweatin it’s hot on the beach
you ain’t never got none poppin, they shot and you freeze
i got pippen wit long stock and i shot from the 3
i’m still a player playin point, ain’t a popular p
chorus:
word around my city it’s a couple of n—- trying to k!ll me
childhood homies tryna drill me, you n—– know the real me
if you ain’t shot a sucka you don’t feel me
these undercover n—- tryna steal me, we drillin some really
have my shooter pop you like a illy
you ain’t never popped a n—- clearly
i gotta keep a chimney, ready for the smoke hope you hear me
free shooters boy i miss that n—- dearly
sh-t all these n—- fear me n—-

- shootergang kony

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