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before the lick - kenzo str8drop lyrics

(verse 1)

4 pockets full way before the l!ck
started on a 12 ton z now it’s 36
bro thinks i’m booky cah i ain’t tryna sell him sh*t
gotta peb this brick on the next one i’ll pattern him
still felt broke when i made my first 100 thou
phone does 3 bands a day i need another now
open shop anywhere, no one can tell me nout
six figure n*gga, a couple ak guns about
(verse 2)

all i know is cocaine and crack smokers
sleeping on my sh*tty sofa till my backs broken
whips stolen but the stick i paid cash
when i ran off on the plug i spent 10 on new waps
stack of 50s to my bro and he didn’t even l!ck that
nеw waps for my old beef, got racks now but i trap like i’m broke g
i ain’t on this south manny link up that’s not me
probably tеll you pull up, you ain’t leaving with your wrist watch
i’ll make your crib a pitstop, same n*ggas talking they don’t wanna get me p*ssed off
when i’m hopping out g that’s your nokia and whip gone

(verse 3)
bullets flying through window screens, my mums seen all of that
can’t tell me bout sh*ts peak, mans been more than brass
bullets flying this way, no brudda couldn’t afford a mash
ting comes with a nose, now it cost your yearly stack
and if there’s suttin on my wrist, then it’s probably stolen
cos i ain’t paying stupid money for no f*cking rolex
them man need a job cos they ain’t making progress
you’re rapping bout a 9 my plug drops me a brick, no less
fly it in pebs one line no stress
most these rappers ain’t it real life i know them
your tings drilled, mine will slap off your head
and when i poked up shh i didn’t catch what he said
(verse 4)
70 for 2, sick of man making big drinks
2 bricks on a pebble phone g that’s big dins
still scummy, flexin round here get your sh*t gripped
real jack boy but more time i’m in the kitchen
real jack boy making bands off the trap, if i sold you an o know i trampled on that
change whips different week, same sh*t different pack
feds raid where i live like i sleep where i trap
in and out of sh*tty cribs, working on the next re
bricks served with a passcode that’s tt
girlfriends had enough but she don’t ever tell me that, cos when i step in flannels i put moncler on her back
stains on my trackie b flying to the next shot
up and down the a6, flying past best one
always got drug money on me i can’t get stopped
i can’t fall off i lost my line and built a next one
how can i fall off with all these cats on the road?
i ain’t like them other rappers i got packs on the go
put it in the pyrex soft came out stone
they be rapping bout my life, i should tax them for doe
i ain’t asking my bro for no stick, i got beef local i need a pole where i live
every other day i’ve got a bullet hole in my whip, ever brought a rental back with bullets holes in that b*tch?

- kenzo str8drop lyrics

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