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Free Smoke - ShooterGang Kony Lyrics


Many niggas wanna kill me im chillin right in they section
Glizzy same number as netta no smith and wesson
Sacrifice a human and stretch him, ain’t it a blessing
When them niggas didn’t kill me I took it as disrespecting
You ain’t got a body so murder out of the question
All my shooters come with glocks in possession we bang felon nigga
In the branch rolling up any nigga that’s telling
Suckas yelling free the snitches that ask for public protection
Hella hard in the booth I think it’s kinda cute
Never met a nigga that got stretched as much times as you
Slithering through Texas with 40 like who you tryna shoot
Every time you die they revive you, you call it stick and move
You got hit right out your shoes
Sports your only kinda news
Gangsta you’re a 10-2
You workout instead of shoot
When I met bambi he won’t banging nigga cut the boof
Driving for your life, if I’m NASCAR then who is you
Glizzy with erection on momma that thing beautiful
David and Mel sang it’s a musical
Same niggas y’all slide with tell me it’s bulletproof
Derek how much times till you figure out you ain’t bulletproof
Dre I should address you but Santa was in the way
You barely a score really I follow you just to play
When I slithered through the A it fasholy was in the day
On another note that playin get niggas shot in they face nigga
Keep it solid it’s the same old rules
I’ll buy you your own yikky ‘fore you touch these tools
You niggas boof
I’m hoopin with niggas that never shoot
Suckas asking for a pass they be tryna see if we cool

Blood Kony don’t even shoot
these niggas lying in they raps

Know they yikky on me, I keep it on me
It’s me and hella geekin so we can’t take it easy homie
You ain’t got a body so how the fuck is we even homie
I don’t even smoke so when I’m sober I’m breezing on em
I be counting guap it is not in my stash spot
In Sacramento sliding with my chain out, that’s hot
Nigga try to take it leave that bitch on the black top
And sharkey got banged, if these lies then that’s not
Catch the boy in BJs nigga
Catch a sucka on the freeway
We gon play it stupid like we never do what we say
Vj shoot em off the dribble boy we EA
Flee we in the game the suckas just watching replays
O mac you a super snitch
Q turned super snitch
Every nigga in the unit with him is a super bitch
Tweezy lied to me I knew you ain’t keep it code
Let these chains round our necks be the reason you get exposed

Blood kony don’t even shoot(x4)

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