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rob thomson - ak tarantino lyrics

[chorus]
ayy, he be clock punchin’, wrong timin’, don’t get caught on it
spin around at him, my shooter bust him out his crotch pocket
benji’s tucked away, you think you funny, tryna watch pockets
[?] piece, forty*bar, just got it gone like rob thomson

[verse 1]
i’ma line it up and let it roll off on my hand like andrew wiggins
[?] with a glock, and they like, “godd*mn, you hit ’em”
[?] if you don’t give it [?] that body in the kitchen
tap the switch on the back of the smith, and ball like the 76ers
whole bags, five bags what i got on me
sergio just sold a speed bump for [?] weed
copped a fent blizzard, and i got it at the dairy queen
d1 back*bender (d1)
d1 back*bender, my shooter, he be airin’ things
sergio a soldier in that field, i call him sol*gio
i can’t even count up all the kilos i done sold to bro
sergio put bounties on you, and he got honduran hoes (yeah, he do)
walk down with that dirty pole
i sold honduran perky*o’s (yeah, i did)
who’s he lookin’ at?
big draco fish fillet, i’ll show you how to cook a pack
hoe, you federal, on chaning tatum, you gon’ book the facts
sh*t, i’m lookin’ at my draco, [?] his back
(k!lled his brother, and i made him look at that, look at that)
i might k!ll my brother if i see him take a pack
(he look like a [?] how that draco shook his ass, shook his ass)
i just rolled a dookie long, and threw a wookie back
[chorus]
ayy, he be clock punchin’, wrong timin’, don’t get caught on it
spin around at him, my shooter bust him out his crotch pocket
benji’s tucked away, you think you funny, tryna watch pockets
[?] piece, forty*bar, just got it gone like rob thomson

[verse 2]
f*ckin’ all the nasty hoes
bro walked in the model show with a flashy pole
walkin’ into saks, i just bought all the flashy clothes
he stay up the road, got a junkie who play with the fent
ak on my shoulder, i dump it, ain’t gotta aim the stick
how you finna have the perfect angle, get the range of this
i walk in the crib, and i get welcomed by a naked b*tch
i told jerry, “hide the kids”, i told chapo, “get the bl!ck”
walk around, a lotta hunnids on me, i’m the greatest l!ck
bet you never had the thought of runnin’ up and takin’ it
always keep the choppa, el dorado ’bout to take him with him
he be swipin’ [?], better not have the thought of bankin’ with him
[?] bought a bottle of gatorade and some bacon with it
i looked up in his backseat, and he was bakin’ in it
walked up in the gas station, and seen him take a rip it
walked up in the crack station, and seen him take a whippet
ayy, i’m big back*bender, hold this ice and make a blizzard (d1, b*tch)
do he clock push, let’s see
catch him on his [?] box, huh, let’s see, can he catch the fa?
it be a parade, the junkies on the curb, they catchin’ rocks
it was a good day, i got off fent, sold the meth a lot (meth)
[outro]
and we d1 meth server
and we d1 the meth, huh
(ak so big, it’s f*ckin’ up his head)
d1 meth, huh (f*ckin’ up his head)
d1 meth (f*ckin’ up his head)
i’m like me and your b*tch in the back, make the bed, huh
make the bed rock
make the bed rock
me and your b*tch in the back, make the bed rock

- ak tarantino lyrics

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