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stk - 36 (uk) lyrics

[chorus]
you ever seen a mac go brrr*brrr (tshh)
that’s a terrorist charge if nicked
hand ting goes like bap*bap
but brrr*brrr when i flip that switch
countless opps been caught and pinged
they stepped to the fern, they’re just talkin’ sh*t
i already said before when i die
i’ma leave with the corn and waps to my kids (tshh, tshh)
i shoot to k!ll, i try my best
two black bells, ling them, show ’em ’bout sense
i thrive on drills, all i know is lead
i got 5 on the .3 and an extra 10 (tshh, tshh, tshh)
i got shotgun bells in yellow and red
that’s for a .12 gauge and a .410 (bap, bow)
i made yuck a trend (yuck, yuck, yuck)

[verse]
this .32s tampered, welded pin (what the f*ck?)
i don’t know who these lil’ kids are
tell my young g, “point it, my pepperry skin” (bap, bow)
do you know what i did with that shotty?
go ask them man who made them fit (tshh, tshh, tshh)
i got extra bells for the summer
i doubt they’ll last me, it’s lookin’ a myth
i’ll crank that spinner, do you hear it cl!ck? (boi)
two hands if it’s a distance
hit it from far like patrick schick
got feds in the rear view, i keep it crisp (tshh, tshh)
free all the mandem locked in the bin
*** try circle the block, he’s buzzin’
it was me with the shotty goin’ rock like*
(rock like, rock like, boop, boop, boop)
it was me with the shotty goin’ rock like this
i lost loads of cats when i snapped my sim (tshh, tshh)
we popped my man in zip ties
the gang don’t play when it comes to l!cks
we do sh*t tidy and keep it quick
them man better ready themselves
and leave some breast with their next of kin’s
that shotgun burst and pellets spread (tshh, tshh)
you still get hit even if i miss
it’s a bag of day cells, drive this whip
foot on the gas, all you hear is, “naow!”
why the f*ck would i drive legit?
still the same when i used to whizz (tshh, tshh)
no [?] on my bike, i had me a pm tuning kit
two twin barrels, they look like twix
i just rock my arm and boop*boi
[chorus]
you ever seen a mac go brrr*brrr (tshh)
that’s a terrorist charge if nicked
hand ting goes like bap*bap
but brrr*brrr when i flip that switch
countless opps been caught and pinged
they stepped to the fern, they’re just talkin’ sh*t
i already said before when i die
i’ma leave with the corn and waps to my kids (tshh, tshh)
i shoot to k!ll, i try my best
two black bells, ling them, show ’em ’bout sense
i thrive on drills, all i know is lead
i got 5 on the .3 and an extra 10 (tshh, tsh)
i got shotgun bells in yellow and red
that’s for a .12 gauge and a .410 (bap, bow)
i made yuck a trend (yuck, yuck, yuck)

- 36 uk lyrics

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