Killheen, are you mad?
Swervin’ in the whip, switchin’ lanes, we on go
And yo clique is all b#tches, you move like a ho
n#gg# money on me, I’ma have to keep the .40
On my back, lil’ n#gg#, up the choppa, let it blow
n#gg# .40 causin’ pain, up the choppa, let it bang
Put respect on my name, b#tch I ride with the gang
Like, chopstick, finna off a p#ss# if I want to
n#gg# talkin’ tough, call me Maji, with the one, two
Kung fu, not like the panda
n#gg# talkin’ tough, like lil’ b#tch, watch yo manners
Kick a n#gg# out the door, if there’s beef then we’ll handle
Choppa on my back, light him up, f#ck a candle
Ain’t time for the dissin’, lil’ n#gg#, ‘cause we ain’t missin’
I hit it just like a mission
Then dippin’, ‘cause shorty trippin’
.9 on my hip, we gon’ send him to the sky
Up it, we ain’t duckin’, hit a n#gg# with that .9
Had to slide right through his crib because he talking all that talk
He saying that he bout it, but he cower in his socks
I be pouring up a deuce up with the lean, drop the top
In the whip she give top cause she liking my rocks
Had to slide right through in a 64 Impala
Hit the b#tch first, then i f#ck on her mama
Extendo clip, if you want all that drama
If you talk on my name you get hit with the karma
It’s the three-six, pouring up two deuces
With the sprite got me talking with loose lips
With a choppa it blow at yo eyelids
On a flight out to private islands
Know some n#gg#s who be baggin’ up grams in the trap
Know some n#gg#s who gon’ off a p#ss# n#gg# if he lack
Young n#gg#, chasin’ cash
b#tch I’m stuntin’ with the mac
Hittin’ licks like a goth boy, I’m dressed in all black
Moonwalk on a n#gg#, like we singin’ Billie Jean
b#tch I’ll tag you with a laser, hit a n#gg# with a beam
n#gg# I move with my clique, he grab a strap and hit the scene
All this ice make me freeze
I been chasin’ this green
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zqnnex Lyrics – .40!