Lyrics:
to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah
Five K, yeah
When you play with them sticks then there's repercussions
You can run up and see if I'm really bluffing
And I'm running it up 'cause I
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
in love with it
[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A
Got me rolling with my glock out
Swing by pick up my dough
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
(Ala, yes, haha)
Lil' mama like, "Goddamnit, you hell"
I had made 80K from a Zelle
Got rich cartel, got squares in the mail
Got Chase, got
and white T's, my style fresh
Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it
Summertime
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
I don't fuck with Slobs
I'm a Locsta and fuck all oo-lah
This is a muthafuckin' see-are-I-P
Ain't no love for an S-L-O-be
[AWOL]
I'm givin' up the K
flojos reservan sus fuerzas solo pa'l final. Es lo que hay
Acabo de follarme al beat y me pide otro más, yo se lo doy
Otro round con quien quiera subirse
on your mind
[H.A.W.K.]
I shut em down, cut em down, quick to throw my weight around
To yellow bone or sugar brown, Boss Hogg we holding on
We getting
Kwakiutl! Kik!
Some of theserather taratasters
trapped hyra tchere thaped
the anadondak ram ma lat
round by Krul to Pat the lat
rat
get some K rounds
They trying to make amends
Yeah, they trying to shake my hand
I can tell if you a real nigga just by your stance
I'm the type
dey
We call an lik de shots, all round
We call an lik de shots
First advice, fi two face back bitah
Fall in line, or else fall in pit, make fi tiger
Try
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter,
different ways
I'm still yelling free K-Squeeze by the way free Milli free Triggz let my loved ones out the cage growing up as a youngin I just Dove up in
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
'round comes round from M.L.K. to cascade
I know its through them plenty figures
Cocaine dealers walk the wrong side
Up in they rides
Looking cleaner
10k on yo head that's ransom
Big Blick niggas finna die my anthem
My bitch always know da outcome
On my dick my bitch throw tantrums
Round yo block
Verse 1: T.U.R.K
Imma keep it 100 as a hundred can be
Lyrically, none of these dudes is as nicer than me
If Jay had 99 problems and could end up
Niggas ain't fuck with the kid
Tried to do me like the grinch
I ain't never let em' win, that was way back
Took an L, I kept that on my chin
Just
Mmm
Woo, Ooh
Yeah
Ugh, Huh, Look
Don't you want a Dickey Ride
Don't you want a Dickey Ride
Dickey Ride, Dickey Ride
D. I. C. K. E. Y
Ride I
Ride,
my way
V.L., UPT, The ward? 13th
I represent no matter what, respect or check me
Let me live through round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you
One for possession, two for the cells
Three motherfuckin' strikes, twenty five with an L
What part of the game is this?
What part of the game is
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