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letra de location on the flyer - shootergang kony

[verse 1: shootergang kony]
put a n-gg- on a poster (bop, bop)
i started with a dollar (bop, bop)
kony gon’ flip that over (flip that over)
them nice n-gg-s never handlin’ this style of livin’ (this style of livin’)
the way i’m livin’ i’ll probably get all the dyin’ presents
six mile wipe yo b-tch down for a livin’
no rolex dreams when all you dream about is k!llin’ (uh-huh)
they caught me loafin’ and they had me in my feelin’s (huh?)
i slid back shootin’ and watched his body hit the ceilin’
bound to heaven’s gates (gates)
kony two guns, kevin gates (bop, bop)
saw the hate
fung shui, let choppas spray (brr, brr)
through the bay, watch ’em bite and turn like my momma say
gang task, always let him go ’cause he cooperate
started with a dollar, now i’m gettin’ to the guap away (guap away)
lost what i loved, on my momma, i don’t think straight (think straight)
losin’ white pockets, gang, so what’s the debate
i be by myself or with a b-tch that be bustin’ dates
ayy, know i’m kony on the weekends (weekends)
swim with sharks, baby, come in to the deep end (deep end)
only man i fear is the lord
far as that, i don’t really think he f-ck with me no more
i ain’t think i was the n-gg- ’til his body hit the floor
check the score
i was funkin’ with my neighbors next door (next door)
she told me “kony, you need 10k or more”
told the b-tch “you right, you ever use backpage before?”
now it come to me
i’m a well-known p
i’m a player playin’ point guard pullin’ up three’s
do the bye-bye-bleed ’em ’til the ming ming bleedin’
now you know that i’m a problem when i’m born on halloween
well around there
he from the hood, he was downed there
i don’t f-ck with other hoods, leave ’em out there
he was postin’ on snap, he was found there
blood on his breath from the puddles, he was drowned there
i just bought a rolly, on my momma, i’m just playin’ with you (f-ckin’ with you)
and free jody, that’s my brotha’, boy i’m stayin’ with you (free jody)
these n-gg-s want you dead, they’ll do anything to get you (uh-huh)
they won’t wrestle with a chop that do jiu jitsu, b-tch
it be h-lla cold in the summertime (time)
you ain’t shot n-body, p-ssy n-gg-, stop lyin’ (lil’ b-tch)
how they slidin’ if i’m outside at dinnertime
seen a couple suckas i ain’t k!llin’ just to prove they lame
prove they lame
what the fame got to do with slime
prime time, do a n-gg- fine, like some steak and wine (some steak and wine)
i ain’t really think she cute, so i’m from behind
life-size picture of a n-gg- with a .45
where the slime
where the brick
i’ma pay
where’s the line
ride who? (huh?)
n-gg-s dyin’
i’ma walk in on ’em with a hammer on my thigh
if a sucka b-mp into me, then we both gon’ end our lives
i ain’t into getting punked, i’d rather throw away my life (b-tch)
my glock f-ck b-tches, so i’ll just let her be a dyk-
i remember we ain’t go home at night
i’ma k!ll three mo’ people ‘fore i change up my life
most n-gg-s ain’t got one (huh?)
when i spot one
sharp star shooter and i’ma go and get the job done (get the job done)
i ain’t finna give you props ‘less you cop one
pop the wrong n-gg-, then be sad he was not one
i ain’t gettin’ in that lot’ if that b-tch drivin’ (huh)
she gon’ tell, how the f-ck y’all got b-tches slidin’?
“how the f-ck we shootergang but n-body dyin’?”
that’s what someone asked me ‘fore i shot that first glock 9
you n-gg-s outta pocket on them hot lines
how much guns we been through?
d-mn, like 25
[?] like every time
dallas, i’ma promise you a body by like lunchtime
all these n-gg-s wanna k!ll you when you’re doin’ fine (god…)
i-i’ma drop a n-gg- like a punchline
i’ma shooter, but i’m kony, you can run mine
touch mine, had that body by like lunchtime (uh-huh)
i just run off with a p, cut the lunch line (lunch line)
this new b-tch drive d-ck like an uber driver (on god)
come and sacrifice yourself, i’m the crucifier
only duckin’ cops, location on the flyer
let’s get it

- shootergang kony

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