Tadoe - I k** People! lyrics

[Intro: Tadoe] Ayy, what's poppin'? You know how the f** we bleed, man We get money and k** people, man You hear me, man? We don't rap beef, man We slide, man, we drill people, man Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man Let's get it [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up [Verse 1: Tadoe] Tote somethin' illegal Hit your block with them guys, hop out, k** people Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it) b**h, you know we fry, we really k** people (bang bang) b**h, I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang) b**h, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang) Catch a n***a lackin', it's a hobby man Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man Hit your block, we gon' swerve sh** (skrt skrt) In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, b**h (skrt skrt) I don't rap beef, what's the words, b**h? (huh?) n***as sneak dissin', let me heard (bang bang) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up [Verse 2: Chief Keef] Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, Brisco She show me her thong, Sisqó, she's high and ready to go I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I'm in that yoom Baby, I know you smell that fume Just get down, you hear that boom In the back of the 'Bach, and this b**h got room Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot All these diamonds, I don't get hot Young n***a really from them blocks Ayy p**y, here we come, if you ready or not On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Ayy, ayy, ayy Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy, yeah Shawty know I k** people, real people From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy n***a need to find his chill boy Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his a** for real boy, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up