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Kony (Intro) - ShooterGang Kony Lyrics


[Intro]

Ayy



[Verse]

I've been geekin' all my life, you niggas geekin' was a phase and I ain't feelin' that

Slide over here and get your ceiling whacked

You can find me in the zoo where the gorillas at

Love the candlelight, but that ain't even where we killed him at, bitch nigga

At Rolling Loud with. 40 cal'

Might catch me a rapper and start performing in the crowd, you know?

Stick talkin'

On Blood Gang, I trip often

Catch a sucker leakin', but only his bitch talkin'

We gon' blam a nigga stupidly long as my wrist knockin'

Niggas know how I'm rockin', for surely, I'm John Stockton

You be woofin' on the gang, when you see me, it ain't no problem

I'm feeling nice today, 'stead of killin' 'em, I should rob 'em, ayy

Gave him twenty, then traded that for the stock

Rock with too many shots just like I'm beggin' for the cops

Doin' somethin' you not make 'em hate me, that's on God

Pull up like a hooper and hit you with four-five, nigga

All I think about murder, let's trade minds

Slangin' irons, main reason your partner be on my Live

Your baby daddy scared of me, he can tell you I'm slime

You rap 'bout all them choppers, them niggas hit you with nines

All the time, we gon' handle niggas if they one of mine

I know a couple shooters that tattle-told in they prime

Heard little brother was snitchin', they wasn't lyin'

But what's crazy, niggas rap about rodents in every line, come on

Give it up for the snitch gang

You do all them push-ups, hit the street, and get zipped, gang

Popped a couple niggas, but it's all in the wrist game, I'm insane

Please don't try me front of these kids, man (On God)

I prefer the Glock over the chop, I like to know who I be shootin' anyway

My nigga right here gon' grab the K

Only shootin' out the whip because we on the interstate

No point in faith, 'cause ain't no shooter finna see them heaven gates

Who got the cold whips and most tricks?

Who got 'em eatin' out his palm? Who got a neck that cost him four bricks?

Who got your baby mama door kicked?

Put a whole thirty in that Glock and let it go until the pole click

Who got the power that say niggas wasn't good?

Who got the ball? Who movin' reckless when he jugg?

Who be the most hated but the never understood?

Who put him on a shirt then went and stumbled out the hood?

Kony

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