A.N.G.B KD - Pancackes & Drugs (KD Mix)

Told the bitch she can't on the phone while, she with me that shit over slime
Niggas snitchin' bout the shit we did, bitch, they the only crime
Bitch said she tryna sleep with me, I don't do overtime
(Bah,Bah,Bah,Bah)
Bust open heads like I'm fuckin' lime
Yeah, he might be doin' good, but niggas know I'm bloodthirsty
She just tryna give me a perk, I think this bitch tryna curse me
Heard, she's texting' niggas from 18th, that shit over hurt me
Used to be a bitch when I was 12, nigga, that's the worst me
Yeah, I might rob bitch, but I dont leave no evidence
Giving my hood checks like I'm the motherfuckin' president
Went through shorty phone', that's the hoest shit she ever sent. Nigga tried to slide thru, but them niggas just got over bent
Why you askin' what I band, you know I'm A.N.G.B
Took my neck, you'll get ran up on, cause that's a big-ass fee
Niggas on that IG live, you capping bout what you be
When I took flicks on the street, that's not what I seen
I told JonJon, blow the gun, you know this bitch niggas scared
They said, (shh), can really do it, but I really never cared
Switch on the Glock and take his face, damn we just let this shit teard
We out beatin' up these blocks, go and get y'all shit repaired
Hope these niggas checkin' their last day like this shit really counts
We just got to drop it, tryna slide, I told my niggas bounce
I don't fuck with niggas, that's the shum shit I had to announce
Told them, fuck the fame, cause I need money, I need a big amount
Niggas know I rob shit, they ass know I love to steal
Tell my homje pass it cause, niggas know I love to drill
All that shit you did, we cook up beef like a fuckin' grill
Do a jumpin', nigga, (huh), make em look down and, make em kneel

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Keyondre Duo

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