Kamikaze Lyrics

Kamikaze - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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I got Hitman on the beat

Havokondabeat, bitch

Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried

Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb

Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look

Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh

Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles

You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (Let's go)

You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (Bitch)

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)

Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)

We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime

I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online

I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day

Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked

Check out my pants, check out my shirt

What's tucked up in come with a burst

If they up in, we come and search

Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

You scared to take your ass to church

And can't no pastor stop no headshot

Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off

Knocked out that bitch, head off

I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, baow, baow)

No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst

Bitch, try anything

Nigga, this that Squid Game

Bitch, I make 'em cop out

When you catch him, let that six hang

Bet he gon' get knocked off

We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down

We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round

If you want beef, my brothers creep

Fire from the Glock put you to sleep

I'm in the Bayou, in the seat

Big slimes petite, we wet your feet

We bend your curb, bitch, play with me

Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week

You know I been fuckin' all them streams

I love to hear the chopper speak

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)

Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)

We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime

I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online

I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day

Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked

Check out my pants, check out my shirt

What's tucked up in come with a burst

If they up in, we come and search

Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

And I had to grow up, I was talkin' out the blood

Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch

Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch

I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat', so don't flinch

Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin'

Never gave the world a TEC-9, fuck a hater, bitch, it's my time

Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died

Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron

Up out my motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire

I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in growin', I'll keep tryin'

I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines

Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime

Got low eyes, but still don't try me

I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah)

Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah)

We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime

I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online

I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day

Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked

Check out my pants, check out my shirt

What's tucked up in come with a burst

If they up in, we come and search

Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch

I got Hitman on the beat

Havokondabeat, bitch