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lirik lagu jaystrayz - killers galore

[intro]
rrah
6ixoh shot
it’s that mag s n~gga
rrah, rrah
die 6ix
baow baow baow
ahh, ahh
ahh, ahh

[verse 1: magnum shorty]
pull up on the opps just for fun
how he dissin’, but fumbled his gun
duo got packed, now we rollin’ them blunts
rally got stabbed tryna talk on my deads
throw a shot if he starin’ too much
them n~ggas askin’ if i got a reason to spin, like, they don’t want beef with the ones
jay, better get you a strap
on the 6ix, we be searching the map
shorty been duckin’ since pulla got packed
that sh~t is cap, got the 9. on my lap
they cannot hear me, i think n~ggas deaf
beam on his back, he couldn’t see his chest
that’s his friend? tell the bros throw a shot at his head, cause i think that he next

[verse 2: jaystrayz]
i’m still alive, and i’m tucking thе g
why they plannin’ to foolio me?
i’m on the opps tryna duck from thе d’s
i get the drop and i slide in with ease
bad b~tch, her name serena
she wanna f~ck, aight bet, i’ma clean her
b~tch what? don’t make me pull out the nina
n~gga ran when he saw that i’m clearin’
i spun the oh, but ain’t n0body outside
junior a d~ck, he was f~ckin’ on opp thots
he left the 6ix, now he posted on 7th
now i know why i ain’t trusting no opp block
caught a dummy, focus on the red dot
jaystrayz turn ya’ body to bedrock
and you know it get deeper than rap
turning them signals, we down to the 5th block
[verse 3: magnum shorty]
i’m f~ckin a b~tch, but i’m usin’ my first name
she p~ssed, must’ve forgot her birthname
finer than summer, but she ain’t no walker
we gettin deady at parties and birthdays
now, i’ma get back on my bullsh~t
3 opps died, throw shots, and they caught it
rally, boon, buggy, lost it
they wanna talk, but they all takin’ losses
i know a n~gga that got beat up in a alleyway
but, them n~ggas don’t wanna talk about that
half of the n~ggas i named just got put in a pack
but they still do not spin where we at
jay, he finna come with the strap
who really on timing, let’s keep it a stack
run up on bro, yeah, i’m quick to attack
if he jack wearin’ blue, he get left where he at
top found his brother layin’ on the floor
n~gga dead, i don’t think they care anymore
3 shots, 4 shots, bullets rip through his door
keep a gun, if he fumble, he droppin’ the score
i drop the bodies, i feel the lore
have the whole scene bl~~dy, k!llers galore
like, it’s been a whole year since we started the war
lemme finish it, bullets? your life is the cost
[verse 4: jaystrayz]
pull up, on hit man timing
i see me a opp, he get got, n~ggas know where i’m at
jubz, if you listening now, n~ggas sent me the lo’
better run, i’ma come with the crew
bro still alive, i thought brodie was doing his job
he get left by the end of the block
i’m stuck in the ville, but they only had 2
had to get my score up, put the g to good use
bro got the drac’, tryna shoot at a minor
but shots like that, only get you in groups
don’t get beat up, tryna take someone fl!ck
n~gga, move out the way, everybody get hit
we still in the game, we is not going down
if he dissing on me, n~gga feel like a clown
if he gon catch him a body, he packing his bags, cause he finna go fly outta town

[verse 5: magnum shorty]
pull up in the mor with a g and a e
graduate with a g and a d
drake had a major, that sh~t was a d
shootin’ at minors, bro think he elite
give it up, you is not kyrie irving
said he ready to spin, n~gga swearvin’
aim the g, but that n~gga still learning
wanna smoke on my weed, n~gga, you gotta earn it, like
bullets gon hit up his face and his neck
got a thot, and she givin’ me neck
opp on the block, put the beam to his head
i’m going up, and they can’t disrespect
feegee be talkin’ bout’ he sendin’ strays?
what have you threw when you ran into jay?
bro want clout, tryna use n~ggas names
you don’t got nothing but lies for the fame
if i see jubz, then you know that it’s up
brodie been talkin’ for years, bout’ he tough
he cappin’ cause we know that y’all n~ggas duck
y’all don’t just run, y’all run out of luck (run out of luck)
like, me and my n~ggas be tweakin’
sending out hollows to hollow abusers
thinkin’ he gangster, but don’t really mean it
he is a angel, he ain’t really demon
[chorus: magnum shorty]
pull up on the opps just for fun
how he dissin’, but fumbled his gun
duo got packed, now we rollin’ them blunts
rally got stabbed tryna talk on my deads
throw a shot if he starin’ too much
them n~ggas askin’ if i got a reason to spin, like, they don’t want beef with the ones

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