Correction Lyrics Kings & Queens by Lil Double 0

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Might take me a rap n***a rollie (Might take a n***a rollie)
That's the way I was raised up, n***a
Ridin' 'round with all them raised up killas
Put some shots in his head, like the boy drink liquor
Double gon' tweak, rock out, Adolf Hitler
Amiri my jeans, lil hoe, these a thousand dollar denim
How you rockin' designer, but no money with it?
I hear voices on voices, they talk to a n***a
I be rockin' these bands and rockin' shows
Rockin' these stupid a**, dumb a** n***as that's trustin' these b*t*hes 'cause they f**kin' these hoes n' lovin' these hoes
Get a drop up 'cause we put a pop up
And who can you name in the city that popped us?
Cause we the ones who do all the poppin' and droppin'
Cause these n***a oppin' and flockin', switchin' the block
Big chop put lead in his top
?, the hoe was toxic, get out my car cause, b*t*h, we spinnin'
Pull up in a Hellcat, Durango truck
And yo man's broke, n***a still drivin' a Hemi
Remember them days I ain't have enough (Let's go)
I hit the road, ran it up (Uh)
She got the tats on the a** and that booty so fat, when I hit the b*t*h back, lift it up
N***as crackin' Fours, never did sh*t to a Four, so what the f**k you crackin' for?
Percocet with the wok, let my hoe drive the boat
All my b*t*hes, they thottin', they playin' they roles
How the young n***a 20, but he still winnin'?
I came out as a baby, go out as a menace
Go out as a menace, Imma put on for my city, put on for my hood, show them young n***as who really spinnin'
It's been a lil minute, but we still get active, we still put that boy in a casket and send the lil boy to a pastor and tell his lil mama what happened
Now she lookin' at him, she dead, he gone
We put 'em shots in his head and don't give a f**k 'bout them feds cause them n***as police, they just want a n***a in jail
I know that they watchin', I know that they trackin', I know they tryna catch me in the action
Another opp just popped up dead, we don't know what happened
Looked on the internet, "Damn, that sh*t tragic"
Fire a n***a up, put a n***a in a wood, burn the lil boy like ashes
Once you block a n***a in, hop out with them K's, look him in the face, get nasty (Let's go)
We get accurate
Give me the chop, lil bro, I ain't pa**in' it
Imma go hit it, Double 0 handle the mission
When it comes to this WALKdown sh*t, n***as know I'm the CEO of this sh*t
So, we more than a gang, lil b*t*h, I done made us a switch
Switch on a Glock, had to switch out the clips on a opp
Had to show the lil n***a the chop
It shoot 'til infinity, b*t*hes ain't finish me
I'm running round with a chop, might sentence me
AR hit 'em and knock off his ? (Uh) (Walk him down)
When it come to the murder town, n***as know that it's Tennessee
Where them n***as don't play with that sh*t, n***as play in a club, then we flexin' that b*t*h
When it came to our gang, put a case to your sh*t
What you save in a year, b*t*h, I make in a month
N***a, I play with that sh*t
Young n***a play with that sh*t, like a leash (Uh)
We sendin' n***as to preachers (Uh)
She got that head like a teacher
This b*t*h wanted 200 hundred thousand dollar sneakers
I'm a real deal snake, man, this sh*t gets lethal
For them junkies, play in that b*t*h, we ah eat ya'
Not a Thunder, but I got them shooters in Oklahoma, they'll pull up delete ya' (Aye)

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