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cutthroat season - k3 flamez lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
grrt, grrt— load that b*tch up, we on business tonight, b*tch (f*ck you talkin’ ’bout?)

[verse]
b*tch, these streets don’t play, we stackin’ bodies like some d*mn fortnite loot (f*ck a game)
tapped the switch and lit his ass up, whole block thought they heard a motherf*ckin’ flute (grrt, b*tch)
cuz grab the sticks, b*tch load that sh*t, we finna turn this b*tch into a shootout reboot (on gang)
bounce out the whip, glock in my hand, chop on my back like i’m strapped with a suit (come here, p*ssy)
see a opp? b*tch we hawkin’ that, makin’ sure that goofy motherf*cker d*i*e (dead b*tch)
we don’t shoot out whips, b*tch hop out quick, go ask them opps, they scared of our feet (walk him down)
my dawg too cold, b*tch shoot and drive, seen him drop a b*tch while still eatin’ his beef (cold demon)
them 5.56s chewed his ass up, looked like sharks bit chunks out his motherf*ckin’ meat (ate him alive)
hopped out in 1s and caught that b*tch lackin’, never cared ’bout the crease in the sneaks (f*ck them shoes)
beat her back out, f*cked her friend too, i’m lyin’ b*tch, go ask teneek (go ask her)
twin off pills, he tweakin’ wild, that’s why i call that crazy motherf*cker ski (tweaked out b*tch)
code red hit, tapped bro’s head, my cutters yell “move b*tch” like it’s d*mn gen z (move b*tch)
only reason i f*cked and ain’t spin back was that lil’ p*ssy was mid as can be (weak*ass sh*t)
went from stealin’ strays from off the pad to foreigns loud as f*ck, b*tch sound like a v (skrrt, b*tch)
we poured an eighth inside a deuce, now nero off the sh*t tryna fight a d*mn tree (tweakin’ hoe)
hop out dumpin’, b*tch i’m blowin’, get in the car but i’m still outside yelling “who want beef?” (who want smoke?)
whole gang fresh, black trucks lurkin’, hoes beggin’ us to f*ck just to get a lil’ peak (thirsty b*tch)
peeped the vibes, that b*tch tried line me, i already knew that goofy ho was weak (she weak as h*ll)
we drive hemis careful as h*ll, slidin’ fast even though that b*tch can’t grip in the sleet (still slidin’)
tom and jerry vibes, b*tch you a rat, choosin’ cheese over loyalty, you freak (rat b*tch)
price on his head, b*tch check him out, we trade blood like cash in the motherf*ckin’ streets (blood money)
all my cutters yell “warning, b*tch” ’cause they know what the f*ck happens when we meet (it’s war hoe)
you wanna know? come try your luck, b*tch the crime scene look ugly and smell like feet (nasty*ass)
play with us? you dead, b*tch, brrt*brrt, this switch special ed ’cause it slow kids quick as heat (stupid b*tch)
chopper in my pants, heavy as h*ll, b*tch i limp like an old man missin’ his seat (big pole)
ain’t throwin’ hands, b*tch i’m gon’ blam, don’t talk to me like craig tryna teach me peace (f*ck peace)
n*ggas move goofy tryna make points, b*tch my brothers don’t do sh*t for likes or tweets (clown ass)
put his ass to bed, doa sh*t, bullets rocked him harder than metro beats (boom)
lil’ bro hit the curb, crashed the striker, d*mn near flipped his ass into the sheets (idiot)
thought he was opp, hit his noodles quick, should’ve tied up his dreads, now he leakin’ grease (brain soup)
rolled a ‘wood, ignored that ho, b*tch i never cared ’bout her feelings or her weak*ass speech (f*ck her)
shots rang out, b*tch he ain’t get up, doa, laid flat like a motherf*ckin’ beach (dead b*tch)
ain’t stoppin’ me from yellin’ “f*ck marlo,” b*tch i meant that sh*t every time i repeat (f*ck marlo)
lil’ cuz off x tryna k!ll somethin’, fed that b*tch more meds, now he creepin’ the street (creepy b*tch)
opps go live and troll like clowns, b*tch we know them motherf*ckers work with the police (fed rats)

- k3 flamez lyrics

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