RICHTRIBE ATG – Killkanaan/SolidStateScouter

RICHTRIBE ATG – Killkanaan/SolidStateScouter Lyrics

Artist: RICHTRIBE ATG
Song: Killkanaan/SolidStateScouter

Dang
Young atg is still doin’ his thang
Try to slime out i’m breakin’ his fangs
Watch ’em get fried when i’m raising this cane

Ol’ snitch #ss n#gg# done tsung like shang
Up the heat and burn him, his b#tch screamin’
“aang!”
He leanin’ like wock when i flock him, no flame

Project explizit ain’t f#cking with lames
I done saved n#gg#s lives and put food in they stomach
Broke off and done gave my last blue on the money
Never asked for it back i was cool with the frontin’

Now i’m fake and i’m p#ss#, boy ooh this sh#t funny
These rappers be scared of me, that is my thesis
Most of my dogs turned to snakes, rats, and leeches
My sh#t is jumpin’ outplayin’ they weak sh#t

Must be retarded f#ckin’ with a genius
Wanna outshine me, that ain’t in ya grasp
I can’t beef with a faggot that play in they #ss
When you sending them threats better say it with class

Since he think he kick door, he get left in the grass
Project the reason you can’t book a show
n#gg# we the reason you can’t go to the store
Atg too legit to go switch for hoe

Tell that boy to quit rappin’ he not gon’ blow
f#ck all that talkin’ i’ll slay me a canaanite
They woofin’ on insta but they never came to fight
Beat his #ss with blick ‘cuz that hoe n#gg# brang a knife

Everyone know you weak your brother, mother, and your wife
Huh
Playing both sides, n#gg# that gets you shot
Who gon’ shoot sum we know you not

Say it’s on sight and get slapped with a thuwop
Chief of this sh#t all my people say “oorah”
Try to rob rich, b#tch that sh#t is a no go
Back out the knocka, that n#gg# say “oh no!”

I don’t need to black out to paint a n#gg# rojo
You say you get bread, ya moms on section ocho
That boy a b#tch he got stripped in seattle
That boy is my son he get hit with a paddle

He like to get tough when a n#gg# at work
I pushed up to his job, he got punched and scidaddled
Funk-town, not philly, f#ck brotherly love
Next n#gg# cross me headbutting a slug

Why he act like a hoe someone get him some uggs
19 in the grip b#tch i don’t gotta mug
Aye, 19 in the grip b#tch i don’t gotta mug
Nah, 19 in the grip b#tch i don’t gotta mug

Don’t fight me b#tch i am not your addiction
I’ll beat yo drug addict #ss in submission
I carried yo song so you hoping and wishin’
I’ll stop what i’m do but i keep on persistin’

Don’t f#ck with folks that’ll fold or play both sides
Might slap his backstabbin #ss with a 4-5
Say they die for me, i know that’s a bold lie
You n#gg#s get lit up just like a menorah

Gon’ call yo faggot #ss friends on my property
I’ll prop my muhf#ckin pipe, then i pop at ’em
The day that you pop out, it’s gon’ be an atrocity
f#ck up the funeral, piss where his coffin be

He think that he tough and all he did was talk
Chop line his 90 pound body with chalk
He loud as a b#tch ‘cuz he know that he soft
I don’t fight n#gg#s i know i can dog

Told yo dumbass i was lackin i lied
Like a pirate captain got a gat by my side
The next time you get laced hope it’s crack and you die
n#gg# quit all the cap you won’t actually slide

Wait, y’all ain’t slidin on sh#t boy i know that you been a b#tch
I stay on point lookin’ sharper than scissor tips
Start all that sh#t but you know you can’t finish it
Cut the street act n#gg# need to get rid of it

sh#t can get wild p#ss# b#tch better buckle up
Posted back sippin’ tea in yo hood what the f#ck is up
Practice the 2nd, they too scared to knuckle up
Put a hole in ya’ sh#t since you sweet like a honey nut

f#ck a hindu i don’t need red or green dots
How you pull up with drakes and ain’t let off a slingshot
Think he that guy i’ma show him that he’s not
b#tch i ain’t playin’ this sh#t not no gmod

Send ’em to שאול but he not enoch
If i spot ’em i got ’em and b#tch i don’t beatbox
Big iron cowboy, i kick sh#t no bebop
f#ck you and ya homies, hang ’em from a treetop

sh#t can get cold like napoleon bonaparte
If i’m out-numbered they all gettin’ blown apart
They hate on me crazy ‘cuz these n#gg#s know i’m hard
They stuck at the bottom, they mad that i’m goin far

These boys 2bit, 2 faced street punks
Gon’ and pillow talk how you gon’ do me sum
Wish that he wood i’ll chop em like a tree trunk
Lied on the tribe and that n#gg# got debunked

Bridges is burnt so blame nobody but yourself
Cross me, you lost me, go f#ck yourself
Don’t try to call me ‘cuz nah you can’t touch my wealth
n#gg#s be scrawny but they mouth be tough as hell

Aye, solid state scouter i can see these n#gg#s b#tch made
Scoop a f#ck n#gg# eyes out with a switch blade
Know that i will whoop you do ya crew like kunta kinte
Fake gang bangin’ broke #ss lil ingrates
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RICHTRIBE ATG Lyrics – Killkanaan/SolidStateScouter

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Release Year: 2022