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f150 - ak tarantino & d.b chapo lyrics

[intro]
ak*47

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
how you gon’ tell on your mans and act like ain’t sh*t happen, dude?
i’m the biggest worm up in this hoe, think i should act in dune
i used to eat cup noodles, now i go munch on crab rangoon
we spin a hunnid times, i get up close, i’m finna fap his coupe
my backup smack up dude, i’m a pimp and dad to you
flashin’ uzis back to you, the switch compact and fast to use
trap just opened, packs in two, it look like i was baggin’ food
bagged a brand new mac with booze, and i’ma send a package too, hey
my lil’ brother crackin’ cars, why? ’cause that’s all he know
if you was up on that line, you would have taped the ball and scope
fifty piece, what it take to come right through your door
fifty g’s out on ohio, i made it fit in what i rode

[verse 2: d.b chapo]
hеy, stole a f*150, f*ck that, stole a trx
took your bad b*tch from the crib*o ‘causе she know i treat her best
took that stolen trx and hopped out with my bp vest
everybody come to my crib*o, got drugs like cvs
d*mn, d*mn, baby got me really pressed
hop out that big body benz, illmatic with my [?]
d*mn, b*tch, know my shot the best
aimbot on my glock, i run the block, throw bullets at they neck
treat that glock just like a playground, i’m gon’ hop inside and slide
.45 in my jacket, match my [?] lookin’ from the side
two*tone tinted whip, look like my white mixed up inside my sprite
painted purple, white to match when i sit down and [?]
i said throw gelato in the blunt, ayy, throw lemon tree in too
fill that dookie log with [?], then hotbox up the room
smoke that big blunt out the tube, chapo might end up on the moon
d*mn, ak pass the dook log while mk hands me the booze, b*tch
[verse 3: mkfrm1800]
new .23 with double*d titties, throw a f*150
my broccoli the littest in the city, catch that [?]
x25, 308 drum leavin’ a n*gga dumb (go get his ass)
dookie new glocks, knock down the sun, told bro let’s have some fun
step back on that [?] like i play for the suns
we put bta n*ggas done, we tryna lurk for fun
we got drac’s, arps and drums, but this b*tch [?]
gen five in the back, like 19x, we bought the [?]
i smacked the n*gga like some gun, the .44 make him run
these n*ggas hoes, [?] we catch one in his home
we tryna leave a n*gga stunned, big .45 ap guns
we tryna leave a n*gga stunned, big .45 ap guns

[verse 4: bankrollfrm16th]
talkin’ stupid, n*ggas done, when i hit cut, better run
that n*gga think he tough, he think he hard just ’cause he got his gun
[?] at the end, they finna get some buns
me and gang f*ckin’ on some boss b*tch, we havin’ fun
brother pullin’ up with that big strap, but she don’t talk a lot
i pull up with some girlie [?], you know i’m ’bout beat the box
okay, we hit ’em with the [?], chop it up, i heard the feds hot
that n*gga claimin’ that he hard, that n*gga p*ssy, man, he really not
(man, that n*gga broke, b*tch ass, bum ass n*gga
f*ck you talkin’ bout, gang?)

- ak tarantino d b chapo lyrics

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