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ShooterGang Kony

Supreme

 

Supreme


Yeah, nigga
Every day, you remind me of a bitch, nigga
Time, time to cool off
Kony, look

Ayy, sometimes, I just wanna argue with myself
Like why you got so many phones? It's like you talking to yourself
I'm thinking I got so much guala, I could buy somebody else
All this water on my neck, I swear to God I'm Michael Phelps
You can't beat it, pour your rent inside this two liter
Won't drink it, I'm just tryna prove a point like who need it?
And nigga, where your gun? I could've sworn that we was beefing
You shot him in his head, I'm thinking, "Oh, this nigga preachin'"
Fullies for a bully, man, I feel like Jimmy Hopkins
I'm a shooter, I be showing out in case somebody watching
She got stupid combination, other words she give me top
And I got four, five, six killers waiting in the lobby
If a nigga try to try me, DeJ Loaf, he probably dead
I'm for Cherry Clan, so when I close my eyes, I'm seeing red
I was aiming for his chest, I think I hit him in his head
Like an unprepared student, he keep asking me for lead
Pull up on your spot and turn you stupid, no thizzle
Like I keep change, I bounce out with four-nickels
If you left the set, look at this, I don't miss you
We got magazines case you niggas want an issue
I'm in all black, damn, my nigga on Jimmy Kimmel
They never met a problem they can't solve, it's not a riddle
Don't pass that boy the ball unless you teach him how to dribble
That nigga DOA, so he won't make it to the 'spital
'Fore a nigga send me beats, I'm finna slang this instrumental
When it's fonk, we tryna eat, we finna pop you like some kettle
Baby Kony, he the only reason I ain't in the ghetto
Don't be lying to me, bitch, I know you woofing like Geppetto
Oh, you gives it for your set? You must ain't heard, we strip soldiers
At your baby mamas' getting massages with lotion
This beanie from Supreme, ironic 'cause my clique coldest
Big Folgers, if that pistol go brrat, that's me blowing
We got weed by the P, heard they sent you niggas C's
And it's cameras, so we sit around the corner 'til you leave
You ain't never cook nobody, nigga, you ain't finna eat
You had a chance to win the game, but then you blew it, Danny Green
Tell the nigga say sorry and won't leave him alone
He ain't never shot nobody, said he need me to show him
We gon' give him twenty shots and we gon' leave you to hold him
I got thirty thousand on me, you should see my opponent, huh?

Yeah
Yeah, nigga

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