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any means - kanastackin lyrics

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[intro: kanastackin]
yeah, whoa
yeah, huh*uh, huh, yeah, huh
hold up, mm
yeah, huh, huh
c’mon

[chorus: kanastackin]
watch where you step, you don’t want the smoke
two pot shots, shoot straight to yo throat
keep runnin’ my slide [?]
i’m up with the glock and that clip is extended
you might steal my money, but b*tch, that won’t end me
stop talkin’ that sh*t, lil’ boy, you pretending
tryna look how are you gonna defend me
we don’t talk ’bout that n*gga by any means
this n*gga talkin’ like he friends with me
this n*gga be standin’ in danger
just like [?] that n*gga ain’t [?]
[?]
guess what? now you are my enemy
b*tch, i could never be broke
yeah, bein’ rich is my only identity

[verse 1: kanastackin]
b*tch, i’m [?]
b*tch, i’m making these bands that you couldn’t make
i [?] b*tch, i’m with tate
[?] i’m up with the drac’
i make a few racks, it go up to yo face
[?] want a taste
they givin’ you nothing, that sh*t is so based
she wish she could be me, like copy and paste
yeah, i don’t care, i’m too hot, oh
that boy say they tryna fade, tell them send [?]
that ho said she tryna f*ck, told her “high or low?”
she tryna she told me she gon’ keep it on the down low
keep a*
[verse 2: 556kurumi]
keep that glock on me, that’s a [?]
spin that block, keep the opps in check
sippin’ that wock, get yo man head*tapped
sellin’ them drugs, but they [?]
[?]
[?] like a suture, [?]
boy, you ain’t gon’ k!ll me, you too slow
keep them hoes in the [?]
in the back of the [?], two [?]
[?] baby, don’t get close
she wanna f*ck ’cause she know i’m [?]
[?]
[?] b*tch, i feel like [drake?]
kick that door [?] i’m down like [?]
now my bro lookin’ at me [?]
watch what you sayin’, don’t wanna promote me
i been [?] goalie
[?] with they codeine
keepin’ that green like i’m broly
and she won’t [?] myself now
but baby, you know they don’t know me
so light up our demons [?], ooh

[chorus: kanastackin]
watch where you step, you don’t want the smoke
two pot shots, shoot straight to yo throat
keep runnin’ my slide [?]
i’m up with the glock and that clip is extended
you might steal my money, but b*tch, that won’t end me
stop talkin’ that sh*t, lil’ boy, you pretending
tryna look how are you gonna defend me
we don’t talk ’bout that n*gga by any means
this n*gga talkin’ like he friends with me
this n*gga be standin’ in danger
just like [?] that n*gga ain’t [?]
[?]
guess what? now you are my enemy
b*tch, i could never be broke
yeah, bein’ rich is my only identity

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