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lab music - ak tarantino & d.b chapo lyrics

[intro]
loaded, don’t stop

[verse 1: skar]
they said twelve got the [?], so i’m movin’ again
been a minute since i rapped, so i come fluid again
marlboro dad is still alive, well i’m shootin’ again
love a b*tch that can count out money while i’m movin’ it in
beat a n*gga ass like batman, slap him on his chin
high as h*ll, i can’t even see, look like jeremy lin
beat a n*gga ass, and walk off while i’m throwin’ a fit
heard there was some heaters in this b*tch, well, i’m comin’ right in
i ain’t that one n*gga, [?] chuckin’ my gas
i can say it’s colder, i be jiggin’, i’m gon’ beat your ass
creep on n*ggas like i’m jason vorhees, but without the mask
like that one sub you hate, i don’t give hall passes
this b*tch said shе can’t see, i threw cartier glasses
you got bеat out your gun, how the f*ck that happen?
i been posted in the trap, and you know i’m stackin’
i just beat this n*gga ass with a f*ckin’ [?]

[verse 2: ak tarantino]
they ain’t trackin’ sh*t, i break the chip on that obama phone
anything for racks, the trackin’ chip in that obama drone
sellin’ pounds of ye, b*tch, i ain’t tryna see what donda on
this sh*t presidential, stupid b*tch, ’cause you don’t gotta know
i don’t know what i be doin’, seen a b*tch, i done ran through it
seen the switch, i probably blew it, hoe, my black friend cookin’ lab music
fifty shots inside this mac*10
if you act stupid, make his dumb ass hit a back bend, and then a back move
somebody just said one of the opps is in an iron lung
i’m the type to walk up in that church, and shoot the choir up
if i caught a opp in call of duty, shoot his glider up
[?] sound like a card from meijer with the tired dog
[?], i said f*ck that rocket science
crocket sound like metal coffee can, but where the rock inside it?
pushin’ bricks of fentanyl, ride without a license
i just sold a junkie blues, this sh*t’ll knock him out like tyson
[verse 3: d.b chapo & skar]
ayy, ayy
ak passed the cup of wock’ to me, i ain’t feelin’ fine
you can see me in that 4×4, chapo be speedin’ by
how you gon’ say that i got the weed that you can’t even find?
reel that body back into the shore like it’s a fishin’ line
every day, we ridin’ with a [?] in the glove box
smoke ’em out the engine like a vape, that’s when the gun hot
bullet hit your throat, feel the flame just like a rum shot
we gon’ flee the scene ’cause we know that they heard that gunshot
take off like a rocket, b*tch, this ain’t the f*ckin’ migos
and we gon’ hit up every home, i ain’t talkin’ a [?]
and that big drac’ hit your back by chance like a mosquito
took a bad b*tch to the room, and figured out she was a freak hoe
bought this weed up in the jars, don’t know what to geek, i’m coppin’ both
got it lined up right in front of you just like a [?]
poppin’ gen fives on the fourth of july, we gon’ make the show
i like, i like when the milli’s comin’ in, i let ’em flow
i told skar to grab the weed ’cause we hotboxin’ out the hoe
in the v [?] smokin’, chokin’ on the ganja that we rolled
i told ak pass the [?] ’cause i’m chokin’ on the smokes
yeah, i wake up every mornin feelin’ like the f*ckin’ g.o.a.t
beat a n*gga ass like batman
i can’t say that sh*t
wipe the youngin’ nose like the back pocket had a handkerchief
we was slidin’ with the fully drac’, tryna bang the b*tch
my hoe keep her mouth super closed, nah, she ain’t sayin’ sh*t
[outro: d.b chapo]
ak passed the cup of wock’ to me
ak passed the cup of wock’ to me, i ain’t feelin’ fine
ak passed the cup of wock’ to me
ak passed the cup of wock’ to me, cup of wock’ to me

- ak tarantino d b chapo lyrics

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