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out the gate - risktaker d-boy lyrics

[intro]
risktakers
47, 46, n*gga (okay, kmoney)
ayy

[chorus]
used to work a 9 to 5, i was lookin’ for a lane switch
now a n*gga flip, but i ain’t flippin’ the same sh*t (uh*uh)
pop you and every n*gga you came with
murder them and every n*gga they hang with
gang make the same, these n*ggas be on some lame sh*t
trips ain’t the same, i ain’t bringin’ back the same sh*t
and a n*gga taste done got better, all this better sh*t
better buds, better buffs, better whip, better b*tch

[verse]
would’ve said a better bag but these n*ggas ain’t tellin’ sh*t
most these n*ggas tellin’ lies, these n*ggas ain’t sellin’ sh*t
how the f*ck you n*ggas still broke? sh*t is evident
b*tch, hit a n*gga and don’t leave behind no evidence
all that other sh*t you talkin’ is irrelevant
it ain’t no coppin’ sh*t, i gotta k!ll an elephant
load ’em up, strap ’em down, they gon’ carry it
you ain’t gotta guess these drug b*tches sold heroin
i ain’t never tossed no strap, i’d bury it
i ain’t never gon’ leave stricts, i’m american (to the gang)
i ain’t worried ’bout the law, b*tch, i ain’t scared of them
any of my n*ggas ever fall, i’ma carry ’em
many n*ggas crossed the line, but they buried it
many b*tches love this d*ck, but they sharin’ it
crack smoke got the trap cloudy with a clarity
what they know about hittin’ the dog with the seroquel? (remix)
turn a fifty to a hundred, it’s a miracle
you wasn’t there when i was broke, they wasn’t hearin’ me (bye*bye)
i ain’t used to have a voice, they wasn’t hearin’ me
now i hit a b*tch quicker than she can spend her period
hit a n*gga centerpiece, his lil’ main thing
have his head f*cked up, ready to make his brains hang
he got her posted on the book, posted on the ‘gram
but he ain’t know she like to f*ck because i got them bands
you can’t even pay the rent, go half on her nails
you can’t even pay her sister to take down her hair
y’all can’t even go on dates ’cause you ain’t got a whip
but got the nerve to talk crazy, n*gga, you a b*tch
fiends eatin’ all the food, got the dog p*ssed
that lil’ sh*t you tryna push still got ’em sick
drop a ten on this b*tch, k!ll ’em with the fent’
i’m big dog around this b*tch, i ain’t no small fish
all i do is say the word, get ’em all dead
got some junkies that’ll toss you in the hall pit
so watch your mouth around this b*tch ’cause we all in
and your ho ain’t go to work again, i made her call in
these n*ggas stressin’ over hoes that i hit for cheap (uh*huh?)
she only want a ‘fit from pic, this lil’ b*tch a freak
got her climbin’ up the walls l!ckin’ on my b*lls
suck it ’til it lock her jaw, b*tch better drop some voss
[chorus]
used to work a 9 to 5, i was lookin’ for a lane switch
now a n*gga flip, but i ain’t flippin’ the same sh*t
pop you and every n*gga you came with
murder them and every n*gga they hang with
gang make the same, these n*ggas be on some lame sh*t
trips ain’t the same, i ain’t bringin’ back the same sh*t
and a n*gga taste done got better, all this better sh*t
better buds, better buffs, better whip, better b*tch

- risktaker d boy lyrics

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