$ki Massacre - AK's & TEC's

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ay
Man i done gave up on these hoes
Man i don't care about these hoes
Man i don't gave up on these hoes
Man i don't care about these hoes
Yuhh
South girl gave me head, while a nigga count his bread, when I leave out da the spot, don't let nobody in my crib
I got some shit in that room, some shit they don't assume, some shit that's hard to consume
I don't mean digest by that
Got mid, got loud, got crack, got pumps, aks & my tecs, these hoes haven't seen me flex, drive around, and own a white lexus
Your bitch try have some fuchs, and i'm tryna have some sex
Man i done gave up on these hoes bitch
Man i don't care about these hoes bitch
Man i don't gave up on these hoes ayy
Man i don't care about these hoes yuhh
We never been about the same page hoe, we never been about the same thing hoe, i kill myself a campaign hoe, and i got these on killas bro, blow my load, i blow the yay, i blow like i don't smoke on dank, sippin around like I switch on a van
I'm tellin on these fuck niggas to stay in their lane, they ain't around you ain't checkin ya lane, before he catches my own fucking fade
If he flops to much success on da bang, bangin around we put it on your chest, put in da work like i miss with da tec, never, never seen nigga miss around wit da debt, debt around with da 9mm wit clips nothin like we load on da set
Shootin on these buster, shootin on da gang, shootin on these lames like we shootin on these ops
Rip on a nigga mess around wit da terror, terror shit mess around wit da shit, terror bitch

Written by:
Jonathan Alvarez-Perez

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