OPPPAKK #MISHONPACKLOL lyrics

(verse 1: QUES3TEN)
b*tch we got Glocks and k’s
Shooting through your brain
Riding ‘round with kilo
b*tch we finna hit a stain
Someone tell that pedo
That he finna get hanged
These bullets f*cking lethal
b*tch you better stay away
b*tch ain’t you a gamer
You don’t want no static bro
If you keep on talking
We finna turn him to a f*cking ghost
Burn him like some f*cking toast
Just like that one boy
We got big ole straps
b*tch we don’t play with toys
Turning up the city
b*tch we been making noise
f*cking on that biddy
White girl named hanna
And i ain’t talking montana
Unless we talking tony
Moving that white girl
Yeah we making it snowy
f*cking on an opp b*tch
Told that b*tch blow me
b*tch we got gas
Yeah we never on e
Big ass k finna part the sea
Just like i’m moses
Choppa make him disappear
Hocus pocus
We finna serve him bullets
Just like a hostess
After we done
They gon need a f*cking sewing kit
So they can put your ass back together
If it’s cold i can change the weather
Sending shots at everybody floyd mayweather
Talking bout he smoking lizzos
b*tch that blunt look like a pencil
(verse 2: Kiloyugi)
They said i’m gon make it n*gga, they been rootin for me
You say i ain’t that n*gga, you a f*ckin dummy
Why these f*ck n*ggas spreading rumors, they don’t know the summary
Whip that g-lock out that’s DOA now they gon stitch his tummy
Come round wit whoever it’s not safe, knock off his b*tch or homie
Burn em down with K’s and Drac’s, we smoke em he a f*ckin stogie
Deep up in that water like a laker, let off 8 like kobe
I’m a skinny n*gga but at least nobody ever stole me
I ain't purp n*gga i ain’t never b*tched out
Gang on a n*gga ass we gon leave a n*gga stressed out
Pull that n*gga down to hell now let’s see what he talkin bout
Man f*ck what these n*ggas saying they ain’t what they rap about
Tryna be like me you gon have to go harder
Passed a couple n*ggas look who the f*ck going farther
Ballin hangin on the rim n*gga i ain’t vince carter
Saw him out in public in public push his sh*t back like a f*ckin barber
n*gga 5’6 gang how the f*ck my choppa taller
He ain’t on sh*t gang brodie ain’t no shot caller
Kilo always been the motherf*ckin top shotta
Hangin out the window steady shooting till i hit his māthā
The way this hoe be suckin di*k can tell that she ain’t have no papa
You gon have to kill me just to stop me put that on my mama