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hand me downs - k7thefinesser lyrics

[verse 1: young bull]
stinc team, we them n*ggas got the city hot
long live my n*ggas, we gon’ make it to the f*ckin’ top
ars and pistols, i won’t hesitate to spin the block
put him on a shirt, shot knocked off his dreadlocks

[verse 2: k7thefinesser]
ain’t no bumpin’ shoulders ’cause we only doin’ headshots
seen him with that bam bam like i gave him bedrock
still chasin’ a bag and i’m fresh out the slammer
want beef with the gang, we blowin’ out the candle

[verse 3: young bull]
caught a stinc lackin’, he was chillin’ in his sandals
takin’ risks for the bag, ain’t nothin’ i can handle
i’m a joint, your n*gga, he a bum, change the channel
my life a movie, every day, i’d run these bands up

[verse 4: k7thefinesser]
flexin’ counterfeit, man, you n*ggas is scandals
b*tches don’t stay more than a month, i’m too much to handle
put it in my hand right now or get lost
don’t go deep in the field or you get picked off

[verse 5: young bull]
better back in the field, i’m like randy moss
blowin’ sh*t up, i just threw another molotov
b*tch, don’t ask me ’bout no crime deal, nah, i will not invited
man, these n*ggas be the feds, i know the truth, b*tch, you cryin’ so
[verse 6: k7thefinesser]
don’t givin’ out police vibes, i don’t know nothin’
all i know is my pockets hungry and need more hundreds
y’all posting guns on the ‘gram, y’all ain’t even shot nothin’
i got heat and they only love opp huntin’

[verse 7: young bull]
k7 threw the lobb, i’ma slam dunk it
my pockets full of blue hundreds, make ’em count up
these n*ggas broke, always want a handout
them ain’t your clothes, lil’ n*gga, you wearin’ hand*me*downs

[verse 8: k7thefinesser]
i can’t sit on her ass and i get a bag
i ain’t never had a ho that never gave me cash
way i’m catching cases out here goin’ out sad
n*ggas actin’ like hoes, just a bunch of f*gs

- k7thefinesser lyrics

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