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"50 shot bandit (remix)" - lil cyclone lyrics

[intro]
ayy, f*ck that sh*t, man
go
real sh*t, f*ck your dead opps, we still on that bullsh*t, on god

[verse]
they got this motherf*cker thinkin’ he safe, we still slide
you know we lurk and we ride, ain’t no b*tch nowhere to hide
all of you p*ssy n*ggas stay stuck up in your d*mn crib
the whole f*ckin’ gang got sticks, we don’t shoot with a lil’ clip
i can’t believe this c*nt still breathin’, i swear i’m fed up
sh*t, i’m off the meds, i go crazy, better keep your head up
i hit that b*st*rd right there in his d*mn neck, then check my phone
tell the homie, “did you motherf*ckers see that block? it’s done, it’s gonе.”
been, been
i’ve been on these f*cking streets, i been shakin’ trees
i been gеttin’ cheese
i been smashed the hoe you bought gifts for, now you f*cking seize
when the glocks sing, you feel the heat, that’s what we preach
we buyin’ suits, we sendin’ you b*tches to the d*mn bleach
the ap on my wrist say it’s k!llin’ time, what the h*ll is time?
this lame was talking sh*t ’bout my dead man, we left him flat, crying “why the f*ck me?”
if i get locked up, the devil gettin’ fined, no f*cking doubt
your nice*ass little brother ain’t never drill, that p*ssy just run his mouth
b*tch, i said forget that assh0l* now!
let’s talk about that d*mn car, it got hit thirty times, straight bowed out
that was the one f*ckin’ night i carried a little deuce*deuce
we ran up on that dumb pr*ck’s cousin, watch how quick they lose
my f*cking ogs told me “get the bag, go get the loot”
i’m up in the d*mn booth tryna make a sick track, on a murder loop
or up on the f*cking west tryna put in some work for the loot
go get a motherf*cking hit, or get paid just to shoot
go
me and these lames ain’t on the same d*mn level, when i was down bad, i just got up and fled
his slow*ass internet won’t load, he still ain’t know his boy is f*cking dead
i’m a young psycho motherf*cker who will violate your wife
when they locked my cousin, i was out spinning every single night
i got my d*mn name from putting in work, i own this f*cking pipe
wanna show me you loyal? go put an opp’s picture in the d*mn light
go, go
i never clocked in for sh*t, i push that white stuff down on 95
my jeweler flood my whole face with diamonds, i know these f*cking cowards hate to see me alive
who knew i’d get rich off of these f*cking crimes
this sh*t right here is called f*cking perfect timing
head*taps f*cked up that b*tch’s body landing, whenever—
d*mn i thought the f*cking beat stopped, you playing with me?
1 of 1, b*tch i’m a legend, i’m outstandin’
catch a body, sh*t that boost up my street image
k!llin’ lames and makin’ music, i’m the new age f*cking god, charles manson
my black tee got my jewelry f*cking dancin’
kidnap that b*tch*ass boy for ransom
i don’t know that p*ssy, he’s a d*mn random
that old head’s girl still calling me handsome, she a b*tch
go
i’m a f*cking fifty shot bandit, what the h*ll you gonna do?

- lil cyclone lyrics

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