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TEC

M1 Shit

 

M1 Shit

(álbum: Ketha Son - 2019)


[TEC:]
Mikki Gunz On Da Track
Uh
We running down, nigga
Ain't no stopping, this shit'll never stop
I can't see it, I can't see it, bitch
Know what the fuck you, what you seen through your eyes
But I can't see it, bitch ass nigga

We was taught to keep a pole, go to war, go get a soul
Niggas talk like they gon' blow, I know all them niggas hoes
Heart cold like some snow in a blizzard
Before I let 'em take me, I'ma smoke me a nigga
Clip on the Drac', it touch the front of this bitch
Keep shooting while you on the ground, try to put you under this bitch
They know Lil Lu be in charge, that's who running this shit
He got them Spiders out they body, Murder One in this shit

And when I step, I'm stepping straight, it ain't no stumbling shit
Ain't tryna go back to that place but that's what come with this shit
Opps tryna be cool with me, I can son that lil' bitch
Go bait him in and play him close, then I'ma punish that bitch (Bitch, come here, booyah)
Bitch, that's what you get for all that friendly shit
Throw all your niggas under the bus, try to play innocent
Like it ain't up with us no more and you wan' end this shit
But that's why we different 'cause you pussy and I'm pinning shit
Boy, you know you been a bitch
Bodies dropping as we speak, it'll never stop
Why you clutching beacoup heat that you never shot?
Quit all that acting, that shit get you turned to ashes
One Spider step with a passion, zip him up and body bag him

We was taught to keep a pole, go to war, go get a soul
Niggas talk like they gon' blow, I know all them niggas hoes
Heart cold like some snow in a blizzard
Before I let 'em take me, I'ma smoke me a nigga
Clip on the Drac', it touch the front of this bitch
Keep shooting while you on the ground, try to put you under this bitch
They know Lil Lu be in charge, that's who running this shit
He got them Spiders out they body, Murder One in this shit

[Yolo Huncho:]
My heart cold, the stock fold, this ain't no Mobb D and Jay-Z
This the one flip back to K Street, that cutter came off Shay Street
Refuse to let you play me, strapped down in the cold hundreds
Let off that MAC, it sound like thunder
Fucking that boy, you know I son him
With the Spiders, real creature
Them choppers delete you
Having talks with the Reaper
Having my way with them heaters
Glock-9, MAC-10, four fevers
Midnight, war time when we spin through
Brand new K, put a nigga on the menu
7.62's, you know they gon' bend you
Yeah, that bitch with me, you know they gon' end you
Having talks with my heater, pray to God that you don't let me down
Park this bitch, I'm walking down, retaliation, body found
And we can't wait to catch that pussy bitch up out of bounds
Closed casket, underground, stuck there, ain't no coming down

[TEC:]
We was taught to keep a pole, go to war, go get a soul
Niggas talk like they gon' blow, I know all them niggas hoes
Heart cold like some snow in a blizzard
Before I let 'em take me, I'ma smoke me a nigga
Clip on the Drac', it touch the front of this bitch
Keep shooting while you on the ground, try to put you under this bitch
They know Lil Lu be in charge, that's who running this shit
He got them Spiders out they body, Murder One in this shit

Murder, Murder One something, bitch
Fuck you, yeah, I'm telling you it's really up
Yeah, bitch, ain't none of that old peace treaty pussy boy ass shit
Man, don't call me, don't write me, don't none of that
You know what I'm saying
Y'all niggas tryna leave receipts
And I'ma leave that shit a dead
The fans ain't gotta catch it, long as you caught it
Lu shit, retarded

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