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dead wrong - lil k9 lyrics

[chorus]
he was dissin’ on the net, now that p*ssy dead wrong (boom!)
caught him slippin’ outta school, shot his head, gone (blatt!)
i been ridin’ wit’ that k like it’s my ringtone (grrah!)
say he slid, but that’s cap, b*tch, we been on (facts!)
hundred rounds in this whip, leave the whole zone (bah!)
say it’s smoke? we pop out, get your dome blown (boom*boom!)
we don’t tweet, we just creep where your bros roam (shhh…)
now his name in the dirt, made a opp song (b*tch!)

[verse 1]
p*ssy n*gga got a vest? i don’t aim below the neck (nah!)
talkin’ reckless in them songs — now he dyin’ for respect (dummy!)
told my shorty “chase him down,” leave his body in a mess (boom!)
caught his cousin in the whip — he got turned into a check (cash out!)
we be shootin’ sh*t for fun, this ain’t no movie, this real blood (blood!)
i got youngins in the field, and they love to leave sh*t stuck (grrr!)
we don’t duck sh*t, we bust sh*t, hit the lights, then f*ck sh*t up (skrrt!)
left his brains all on the curb, now his name forever up (bah*bah!)

[chorus]
he was dissin’ on the net, now that p*ssy dead wrong (grrah!)
caught him slippin’ outta school, shot his head, gone (boom!)
i been ridin’ wit’ that k like it’s my ringtone (facts!)
say he slid, but that’s cap, b*tch, we been on (on gang!)
hundred rounds in this whip, leave the whole zone (boom!)
say it’s smoke? we pop out, get your dome blown (boom*boom!)
we don’t tweet, we just creep where your bros roam (shhh…)
now his name in the dirt, made a opp song (f*ck ’em!)
[verse 2]
all these rappers cappin’ hard, they ain’t never held no steel (p*ssy!)
i was posted on the 9, thuggin’ hard without a deal (on god!)
hit the cut, the windows drop, and i’m tryna get a k!ll (grrah!)
if i miss, i spin again — b*tch, i do this sh*t for real (spin back!)
he a opp, then f*ck his kids, f*ck his mama, f*ck his auntie (f*ck ‘em!)
got a draco in my lap, and this ho sound like a banshee (boom!)
i don’t do no talkin’, if it’s war, then it’s stamped (facts!)
got the city on my back, turn your block to a camp (bang*bang!)

[chorus]
he was dissin’ on the net, now that p*ssy dead wrong (bah!)
caught him slippin’ outta school, shot his head, gone (boom!)
i been ridin’ wit’ that k like it’s my ringtone (grrah!)
say he slid, but that’s cap, b*tch, we been on (slatt!)
hundred rounds in this whip, leave the whole zone (boom!)
say it’s smoke? we pop out, get your dome blown (blatt!)
we don’t tweet, we just creep where your bros roam (on bro!)
now his name in the dirt, made a opp song (haha — b*tch!)

- lil k9 lyrics

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