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lirik lagu can’t make it up – kt foreign

[verse 1: kt foreign]
got this glock 23 and its evident
slide thru, dont miss, tell em try again
why i gotta keep this stick, cause thats how it is
bands on me, that is fly, cause thats how i live
10 bands on his head, got the drop on em
slide thru, get popped like its pop winner[?]
heard them clowns speakin down, flex the guap on em
sometimes your own n*ggas hate, it don’t stop nothin
n*ggas swervin in my lane, get they lane gone
last n*gga want smoke, now his chain gone
if you ain’t slidin for the cause, what you made for?
n*ggas favorin they change, b*tch thats pray*to*go[?]
aye. but its a lot of these n*ggas
xd hеat stick, pop on these n*ggas
thuggin, gettin monеy, feel like pac on these n*ggas
n*ggas plottin, i got shooters, stick mopped all these n*ggas
gang

[chorus: sethii schamctt]
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr*pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money
thats a fact b*tch, cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch
[verse 2: gbo lean]
i done got it after trappin my last b*tch
how you can’t cap bruh, talkin cash sh*t
5*4*3*2*1, im finna blast sh*t
the wrong one to test, leave yo body in a casket
poof!
make em dissapear
i know magic
ain’t no metal over here, we tote plastic
leave that b*tch n*gga stretched, no elastic
like airport, luggages be packin
all my whips come foreign, like kt
am i spludgin? thats a yes, no or maybe?
i lost wieght but i’m still heavy baby. bold d*ck in her guts, got her lazy
tell a* tell a broke a b*tch get her paper up
no dreadlocks, [?]
tell a broke a b*tch get her paper up
no dreadlocks, [?]

[chorus: sethii schamctt]
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr*pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money
thats a fact b*tch, cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch
brodie got the mop, you wanna play with us?
bunk b*tch, out my face, get yo paper up
if she slidin with that bag i’m finna scr*pe it up
everything i rap, real chop, i can’t make it up
and we getting money, thats a fact b*tch
cash sh*t, tell on yo homies, yeah thats some rat sh*t
f*ck that, slide with a 40, im finna blast sh*t
50 bands, got it after trappin my last b*tch

- kt foreign

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