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Laughing Stock Remix
Kay-O feat. Kwengface & Digga D
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Ayy
Ayy, Kay, let me get some .32 corn for the SK
(ES, is that you?)
You know the fuckin' vibes
Six straps deep, blow off your fuckin' face
(Likkle Dotz)
Right now, now
Head shots, chest shots
Blood splattered everywhere
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
Fuh-fuh-fuh, fuh, fuh, frrrr
If we asked, it's not
Still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts
Fully dons
Bap, bap, bap
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (And locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (Boom)
One got shot in his chest (Bap)
Another got chinged in his chest (Yes)
One of them still got a sibling
But the other one ain't got siblings left (Bluuwuu)
Attempted body from South
Got a body from East
Got a body in West (Westside)
What's left?
Got down a nigga from North of course (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
We got the city stressed
What's funny?
Robbed Marlow (Yeah)
Chased Ratlin (Yeah)
Chinged Jordan
Fucked up Russ (Shatai)
Caught the younger one and the older one
And they both got left all bloody
I got music money, my ways ain't changed
Just Ratlin a scummy
The .40 bangs (Bang) and the corn expands
It's called a dumdum, you dummy (Gun shot)
Par-par-par-par-party done
Before they played, it's like candy
Now they're out pourin' Brandy (It's like candy, it's pourin')
Big Boothe and Little Boothe got hit
Same SIG, that's a sour family (Bap, bap)
Both got slapped at functions
Neck and head, handguns come handy (Bap, bap)
When this mash starts dumpin' (Look)
Better take cover or turn into athletes (Brr, brr)
GB, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Shout out the opps, been put in a box (I'm high)
Dappz, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Nathan, I smoke him a lot (I'm high)
Loosescrew got chinged in a shop (Woo)
If I see me a Spartan, pass me the knock (Woo, woo)
You can't give them **** (Glah) the drop (Bap)
They're turnin' it up (Bap), turnin' it up (Bap, bap)
Funny how we the laughin' stock (Woo)
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Grr, grr)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up (Woo)
Tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot (Glah)
So they want us charged and locked (Glah, bap, and locked)
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Grr, grr)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up (Ayy) tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (Grr, grr)
Tryna draw man out, tryna get (Allow it) some clout
But you know that we'll take it further (Ayy, ayy)
And no, we don't do up the clout (Nope), man, we'll do up your family
You can go ask Earna (Brr, brr)
Bro's out with the packs and potions
No cell site so he hid that burner (True)
Possession of a firearm (Charge)
But true say the feds couldn't find that turner
(Glah, bap, bap, bap, my guy)
My ting said the street shit makes me paro (Woo)
If I see me an opp, it's go time (Dip-dip-dip)
Swingin' my sword like my name's Jack Sparrow (Dip-dip-dip, dip-dip)
I'm an African pirate
My bro got touched, I'm ridin'
Spin ting spin, let me bruck that python (Woo)
Gyalie on me like my rammy on me, that bitch enticin' (Come here)
Aim at head tops when we squeeze (Bap, bap)
They got back, gave bro a leg shot
Was a two two dotts so it could've been a BB (That's mean)
He still out here knee deep (Ayy)
.32 holds six, that's light
But the .9 eats way more sweets, it's greedy (Bap, bap)
Paid bread for the skeng and teeth
But man still hand that corn as freebies
Still get slapped with your mash (Bap)
That line ain't mine, I was quotin' Krash (Bap, boom)
'Cah they dropped Billy
But we slapped (Baow) suttin' from Traps (Baow)
Last thing that he saw was a flash (Grrt, bah)
Every year (Boom), there's a BBQ there
Not this one (Yeah) though, yo, I wonder why (Yeah)
Want another to die? (Bine) Just do it
I dare you (Baow), I'll pull up and spray up (Baow) the 9, grrat
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped (Bah) and the laughin' stops (Bu-bu)
They blame us, if we asked, it's not (It's not)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap, boom)
They know the gang's charged a lot (Bah)
So they want us (Bah) charged and locked (Bah, boom)
Funny how we the laughin' stock
Someone gets slapped and the laughin' stops (Boom)
They blame us, if we asked
It's not (It's not, it's dead)
Handguns like Glocks
How they still pullin' up tryna clart with the dotts? (Bap, bap)
They know the gang's charged a lot
So they want us charged and locked (And locked)
Fucka yuh, suck yuh mada
There's bare bine up in the studio
You know
(ES, is that you)
(Likkle Dotz)
As soon as man step in
I didn't even get a "Hello"
Man just got "Kweng, come"
Hella hammers
Can't say London niggas ain't live
Mandem's live
(ES, is that you)
Machines, sub-machines
Hammers, we're live
(Likkle Dotz)
Grr
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