.40! lyrics

[Intro]
Killheen, are you mad?

[Verse 1: ZQNNEX]
Swervin’ in the whip, switchin’ lanes, we on go
And yo clique is all b*tches, you move like a ho
n*gga money on me, I’ma have to keep the .40
On my back, lil’ n*gga, up the choppa, let it blow
n*gga .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 pus*y if I want to
n*gga talkin’ tough, call me Maji, with the one, two
Kung fu, not like the panda
n*gga talkin’ tough, like lil’ b*tch, watch yo manners
Kick a n*gga 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*gga, ‘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*gga with that .9

[Verse 2: 666SWISH]
Had to slide right through his crib 'cause 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 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
[Verse 3: ZQNNEX]
Know some n*ggas who be baggin’ up grams in the trap
Know some n*ggas who gon’ off a pus*y n*gga if he lack
Young n*gga, 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*gga, like we singin’ Billie Jean
b*tch I’ll tag you with a laser, hit a n*gga with a beam
n*gga I move with my clique, he grab a strap and hit the scene
All this ice make me freeze, I been chasin’ this green