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off wit his head - dedboii kez lyrics

[verse 1: kezura]
smoke for eternity, opps in my blunt, i breathe death
one way trip when we walkin, he dead
i don’t wanna talk to the feds
please stop talkin online, bro off of these meds
he say that he good for the team, but he fed
poverty stricken, the chop gon gnaw at his leg, and then off wit his head
boy, is it you with that bad mouth?
ran off, now he get tracked down
i’m runnin laps til he tap out
yeah, i send him back
i had the opps in my pack and a lighter and fire on my lap
he seek enlightеnment, i’m here to spark it up
rеd in my eyes, so it’s red on my fit like i’m madara
pop em, i leave em like more than just kinda upset
it’s fire on the iron, and iron on flesh
i’m shocker electric, b*tch you gon die on the web
i’m third base kid with your b*tch, if it’s home that she miss, then i’m slidin there next
feet kicked up when i’m gettin my d*ck sucked, shavin off tops, i ain’t tired of neck

[verse 2: shofu]
i hit it, she scream like she dyin or sum
yeah, i’m wit two hoes, rollin round, gettin head in the drop top
hit it, then cut that b*tch off, like a box top
i gotta get to a bag, this sh*t nonstop
yo b*tch a freak, she gon pull up and c*ck hop
we put yo music on, doodoo and caca
what is you doin outside? boy, you got opps!
kidnap his ex, drop em off at a chop shop
catch me, i’m in that b*tch mouth, like a gob stop
they hoes around me, i’ll f*ck em all
i might just slide from the side, like a gutter ball
they said my pockets too fat, that’s a b*tterball
they said my pockets too fat, it’s like cardi b b*tt
all this gas in my blunt, tryna spark some trees up
yeah my pockets too fat, it’s like erica booty
my bro got a glock, and he rearin to shoot it
like i won’t spin his block, they gon dare me to do it
said he keep tryna plot, i don’t care what he doin
he could get his ass shot, yeah i carry a ruger
when this sh*t hit his top, imma bury a loser
yeah this sh*t kinda hot, i’m just blarin the music
heard his ass called the cops, we gon stare at a goofy
[verse 3: lostk]
p*ssy boy ran outside when we step with the uzi
feel like cactus mccoy, do em bad with a pistol
think you f*ckin with me? gotta be smokin meth
wouldn’t be my first time at the fiscal
if you leave me alone imma get you a loosie
i’m an all*star my shot be like cousy
i’m loose with the g*lock
like no wonder your hoe got to choosin
shame on the folks that won’t tune, get to snoozin

all that money on you an illusion
n*gga, your stay in the game an in*
i been trying to keep my composure but clouted up n*ggas like you
y’all ain’t gettin’ in
if i can’t get the goal in the court, i said f*ck the field
move in move out with the caravan
when they ask where im from i say 402 don’t ask me where i’m at
lil b*tch

- dedboii kez lyrics

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