lirik lagu kush binflockin - street talk 3
[intro]
(collect call)
axl on the beat
srk!
[verse 1: khay binflockin]
see i’m tired of spinning blocks, every time we spin we don’t see no opps (nah)
every time we spin they court, when we in the floss all we see is cops
catch him lacking and they run what they gon’ do? they ain’t got chops (uh, guh)
if i tell trav “shoot” know he gon blow and they gon drop (grrt)
shanie told me get the money ain’t no moving funny, stackin to a check
i remember dressing bummy, saint laurent’s on me, diamonds on my neck (uh, huh)
and i always got this tec, i ain’t looking for respect
say he run up, he get wet, say run up, he get left
no conversation, hit his face then we changing locations
roll up opps we keep that in rotation, mwhy they rapping they don’t live what they saying
three shots keep a glock and if he spot an opp, then he leaving em dead
you gon’ meet the flockas, we can’t get up on em we hitting his head
lil bro keep a choppa you talk out your mouth the he flipping them man
hit kha for the juggin, lil bro sauce it up then we running them bands
for the cash he a stain stacking every face, gotta get the guap, ayy
srk the gang, any spot we in, you know the spot hot, ayy
no you can’t hang, you get no cash we tryna get to the cheese
taliban gang, don’t need a mask, we doing hits in mcqueens
spin through the floss, pull up we toss, we never show no remorse
bend in the porsche, hop out and torch, we plug him up like an aux
margiela’s be the swag for the drip, told shorty go load up my bin
got these opp treeshes all on my hop
don’t give them no time
i ain’t tryna get lined so you know i just slap then i dip
and i’m always packing that grip
talk hot you get shot at your lip
hollow tips better make that boy flip
i be getting to that bag, foreign moving fast, hope i don’t crash
run up on me get tagged, and i’m with trav, we don’t need a mask
and you know we stay fly, do a drive by, fly his brains high (boom!)
seen him in an x5, and i’m with kha, you know they gon die
[verse 2: kush binflockin]
kush bl!cky or bl!cky baby, i know they hate me, cuz i touch bread like a bakery
i tote the chop with no safety; lean got me lazy; t with the mac like mcgrady
17 and i’m all in my bag, lil’ man he be broke, he be sad
stick ‘em up if i’m down on my last
bl!cky tucked, better duck if i blast
we up the broom, clear out the room, after it’s back to the cab
say that’s your boo, oh and he woo, shorty you is doing bad
reach now clip, renty clipped, aight let’s shoot out a cab
fly down your strip, toting a bl!ck, see an opp then we treating him bad
got used to the drilling, hop out, we k!lling, leave his body with no feeling
pray father god for the sinning, see him we clip em, he get too close, he a victim
then when i shoot, i won’t miss em, aim at his face; then that’s the end of the mission
never lack i stay with smith n’, hollow tips flip em, run up on me, end up missing (grrtt)
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