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planet fitness - kdot 600 lyrics

[intro: kdot 600]
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm (hold up, hold up, jb, you make this sh*t?)
mm, mm, yeah, pull up, tryna catch a f*ckin’— (yeah, mm, snail)
mm, mm, mm, arp, i’m tryna catch a f*ckin’, mm (aight)
run the, ooh, d*mn, d*mn, d*mn, mm, snail, mm (d*mn)

[verse: kdot 600 & vock9ine]
aight, clutchin’ thirty stick (d*mn)
cop that g*lock 26 (fully)
nah, six*inch fully arp, i’m tryna catch a f*ckin’— (d*mn)
mixin’ addies with the tris (d*mn)
heart beatin’ fast, i’m high as sh*t (d*mn)
dude got hit with .223s, but my ap got five*six (d*mn, d*mn)
bro on stage with two bl!cks (with two)
you know we breakin’ news sh*t (news)
these n*ggas know what we did (d*mn), but they see us, don’t do sh*t (yeah, thirty gang)
in my faygo, this a tris (d*mn, d*mn, pull up)
i’m in traffic with my six (d*mn, with my)
n*gga dissin’ on the snails, he probably mad about a— (d*mn)
probably mad about a b*tch (d*mn)
bro went ap on the wrist
don’t pull beside me actin’ strange, f*ck droppin’ my window, just start hittin’
might f*ck around, jump in the crowd (in the crowd)
this b*tch packed like rolling loud (rolling loud)
i’m on stage, i’m rollin’ lou— (d*mn)
n*gga play, we switch the— aight
n*gga play, f*ck up the function (aight)
high as f*ck, i’m overly bustin’
if my brodie up his fire, i’m right behind, we bail out dumpin’ (d*mn)
bail out dumpin’, bail out bl!ckin’ (d*mn)
don’t tote no standard, pop out еxtension
i’m in the trap, still bustin’ down bags and pushin’ them pounds likе planet fitness (mm, mm, like planet, yeah)
[verse 2: vock9ine]
got my 10 mil’ (fire), if sh*t go down, i blow my gun, sh*t, i ain’t trippin’ (brrt, nah)
bbl on back that switchy (on back that, brrt)
many men just end up missin’ (come here, okay)
we put switch on guns, watch n*ggas run (then buck down, hit that glee)
if he fall, he done, that baby back, they’ll shoot lil’ bro on feet
up on a terp, get turned to terps, that fully burst put sh*t to sleep (yeah)
this two dead opps mixed with dessert, just threw back ‘ercs, b*tch, i get geeked (rrr)
beat down that road, can’t duck that fully (rrr)
i’m like derrick rose, went mvp (yeah, yeah)
on three different drugs, that sh*t gettin’ to me (i still show her love when she— show the love, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i still show her love when she get mad
the glock 20, that soul sn*tcher (soul sn*tcher)
steady blowin’ smoke while you’re at your plan (rrr)

[outro: vock9ine]
the glock 20, that soul sn*tcher, blowin’ at your plan
the glock 20, that soul sn*tcher, a real b*st*rd, n*gga’s head
grr, grret
i’m on fire

- kdot 600 lyrics

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