lirik lagu kt foreign – can’t make it up
[verse 1: kt foreign]
got this glock 23 and its evident
slide thru, dont miss, tell em try again
why i gotta keep this stick, cause thats how it is
bands on me, that is fly, cause thats how i live
10 bands on his head, got the drop on em
slide thru, get popped like its pop winner[?]
heard them clowns speakin down, flex the guap on em
sometimes your own n~ggas hate, it don’t stop nothin
n~ggas swervin in my lane, get they lane gone
last n~gga want smoke, now his chain gone
if you ain’t slidin for the cause, what you made for?
n~ggas favorin they change, b~tch thats pray~to~go[?]
aye. but its a lot of these n~ggas
xd hеat stick, pop on these n~ggas
thuggin, gettin monеy, feel like pac on these n~ggas
n~ggas plottin, i got shooters, stick mopped all these n~ggas
gang
[chorus: sethii schamctt]
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b~tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr~pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money
thats a fact b~tch, cash sh~t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh~t
f~ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh~t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b~tch
[verse 2: gbo lean]
i done got it after trappin my last b~tch
how you can’t cap bruh, talkin cash sh~t
5~4~3~2~1, im finna blast sh~t
the wrong one to test, leave yo body in a casket
poof!
make em dissapear
i know magic
ain’t no metal over here, we tote plastic
leave that b~tch n~gga stretched, no elastic
like airport, luggages be packin
all my whips come foreign, like kt
am i spludgin? thats a yes, no or maybe?
i lost wieght but i’m still heavy baby. bold d~ck in her guts, got her lazy
tell a~ tell a broke a b~tch get her paper up
no dreadlocks, [?]
tell a broke a b~tch get her paper up
no dreadlocks, [?]
[chorus: sethii schamctt]
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b~tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr~pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money
thats a fact b~tch, cash sh~t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh~t
f~ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh~t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b~tch
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b~tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr~pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money, thats a fact b~tch
cash sh~t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh~t
f~ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh~t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b~tch
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