lirik lagu kid reckz - shoot out
[intro]
(vortexondabeat, b~tch!)
yeah, free the real, f~ck the rest (grrah!)
b~tch, free the whole side
free my bruddas, hoe (boom!)
yeah, reckz! (brrt, brrt!)
[verse]
n~ggas be talkin’ like k!llers, but when we slide, they foldin’ (p~ssy!)
caught his ass lackin’ by the corner store, now that dumb b~tch decomposin’ (grrah!)
my youngin’ geeked, he just got booked last week, now he out and reloadin’ (he back!)
if i catch me a op in the open, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m exposin’ (boom!)
big .223, f~ck a vest, we shoot neck up, we don’t do no warnin’ (nah!)
he was postin’ that tough guy sh~t, got his ass whacked in the mornin’ (dеad!)
these rappers bе rats, they friends with the jakes, how the f~ck y’all claim y’all mob? (huh?)
my b~tch got a bag and a pole in her purse—she’ll spin too, that’s on god (on god!)
that boy tried to flex on the ‘gram, we stripped him and took all his pride (b~tch!)
he screamed like a hoe when we ran in his crib, thought his b~tch was gon’ ride (dumbass!)
we do hits in hoodies and gloves, don’t care if it’s sunday or sunny (boom!)
put his ass straight in a box, his mama gon’ need that gofundme (rrah!)
we don’t do diss tracks, we do dispatch—call the medics, he bleedin’ ugly (call ’em!)
my gang on go, we taggin’ toes and f~ckin’ sh~t up off the money (facts!)
free knuck, he snuck that switch in court—judge ain’t even see it comin’ (grrah!)
free tone, he caught that body while p~ssy drunk and still ain’t runnin’ (savage!)
free snap, he laugh while he load that mac, he said, “they gon’ feel this thunder” (brrrt!)
b~tch, i don’t wanna f~ck, just top me, you ain’t got sh~t i’m trustin’ (nah!)
tell 12 they can suck my d~ck, i’m still posted with this russian (f~ck 12!)
and all these opps keep dyin’ so fast, it’s hard to keep on adjustin’ (ha!)
i hit him with a fast one, close range, left his whole face busted (boom, boom!)
slide through traffic in a stolen jeep, my lil bro itchin’ to up it (skrrt!)
if he freeze up or f~ck up the drill, i swear i might just bust him (on gang!)
lil freaky caught one to the stomach, now he ain’t doin’ no bluffin’
he told me, “don’t stop rappin’, but if you want to, i’ll press that b~tton” (grrah!)
[outro]
yeah
reckz, b~tch
shoot out season, november sh~t
free the whole f~ckin’ block (free ’em!)
free knuck, free tone, free snap
f~ck your gang, f~ck your cousin
f~ck the camera, we outside
(black hoodie, ski mask)
(pop! pop!)
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