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bp the 24's - ak tarantino lyrics

[intro]
d*mn [?], you go f*ckin’ crazy

[chorus: ak tarantino]
i got zaza in the [?], keep it on the low
i got rockets in the makin’ case you want the smoke
he could give up [?] if he want a pole
bad b*tch out in traffic, i bp the twenty*fours
patek on my wrist, bust down [?]
laughin’ at a silly b*tch, you lettin’ money go
how the f*ck you still be poppin’ out in bummy clothes?
chapo got an automatic pistol with a bunch of modes

[verse 1: ak tarantino]
gotta come pay for the pack, it’s not a free one
i can roll a log in twenty seconds with my green thumb
i had [?] inside my pocket, [?]
you ain’t ever even had to duck ’cause you a weak one
loose leaf around us, out here lookin’ like a tree stump
[?] like a drive thru when we [?]
how the f*ck you feel the red tip, this ain’t no cheap gun
it’s a hunnid*thirty*dollar back of dog food
all this water on my neck, i need a pontoon
i’ma take his chain, and get a [?]
i’ma take your b*tch, and she gon’, hmm
i’ma take your b*tch, and she gon’ blow me like a bomb would
i got [?] up in the [?]
bet i even got your granny sayin’ that my song good
yeah, my favorite junkie [?] on the wrong kush
couple b*tches in the club, i gotta double down
if i up this b*tton on me, he gon’ jump around
bunch of rounds, hunnid rounds, [?] bunch of brown
life been tryna f*ck with me, no longer by the ground
better watch out for me when i bring that cut around
i got shooters tryna leave you in a bl**dy mound
i ain’t f*ckin’ with a cutter with that crummy sound
that handheld weapon [?] shoot the missile out
choppa stopped at the sign, and i’m finna get ’em now
got a glock, and it’s designed with a mini mount
hit him with the glock, he lookin’ like he took a sip of crown
two big drums on my draco, lookin’ like minnie mouse
[verse 2: d.b chapo]
i got sentiments of rock, i’m heatin’ up the stove
ak taliban it, wrappin’ up his pole
medication in my body, oxy in the fold
got expensive big bodies, so we be lockin’ up the doors
automatic pistol, c*ckin’ back the middle
i’ma strum and play the music like this b*tch a fiddle
this a vvs, oh baby, no, this ain’t a crystal
why you pourin’ dirty lean that ain’t been through a faucet filter?
snowflakes up on my neck, it kinda feel like winter
[?] stuck inside your body like it was a splinter
automatic money flyin’ a la caper with a printer
bought a b*tch balenciagas, they don’t even fit her
as a youngin’, i was tryna f*ck the babysitter
flood the neck, i’m ’bout to drown in the euphrates river
choppa get to blowin’, unloadin’, i got it rainin’ missiles
if you ain’t inside, you ain’t even gon’ make it to the ‘spital
huh, got the dirty bone, let the .30 off
i been mixin’ wock and woods, and now i got a dirty cough
bad b*tch, uh*huh, give me slurpy top
if you do it right, then you considered as a worthy bop
ayy, ayy, i don’t got a worthy opp
none of them got big enough of b*lls for the .30 box
molly in my body, i ain’t ready for the perky pop
magazine on fifty bullets, that’s an xl hershey bar
(that’s an xl hershey bar)
[chorus: ak tarantino]
i got zaza in the [?], keep it on the low
i got rockets in the makin’ case you want the smoke
he could give up [?] if he want a pole
bad b*tch out in traffic, i bp the twenty*fours
patek on my wrist, bust down [?]
laughin’ at a silly b*tch, you lettin’ money go
how the f*ck you still be poppin’ out in bummy clothes?
chapo got an automatic pistol with a bunch of modes

- ak tarantino lyrics

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