BLM lyrics

[Verse 1: Ketchy the Great]
b*tch, I'm fresh up out the cuffs, [?] n*gga
The chopper hit him, [?] turn me to a grave digger
I ain't f*cking with n*ggas, I feel like I'm Hitler
Tryna get up on this coupe [?] flame a n*gga like [?]
I was posted in the county, 'cause I got caught with them sticks
[?] kept it solid, I ain't snitch
Wokheart, popping seels, off a pint, I pour up a [?]
[?] b*tch I hit
[?] trapping, serving [?] chips
Turn a n*gga to a gymnist, chopper have him doing flips
Like Picasso with a Glock, paint a n*gga, leave him stiff
I spent my Christmas [?] I feel like The Grinch
I got exotic in my backwood, you smelling the stentch
All my life, been ducking [?] I'm tryna get rich
I got [?] tryna put some ice on my wrist
'Cause they anna throw us in cages, with cuffs cutting our wrists
I hit [?] with three K's, and still kill me a n*gga
Black lives don't matter, when you're in the field, chasing the chicken
[?] n*ggas broke, [?]
[?] know nothing 'bout [?] life sentence
[?]
[?] chain, tripping on n*ggas
[?] my n*ggas
[?] icepick [?] opp*ssition
[Chorus: Ketchy the Great]
Man, these n*ggas screaming black lives matter, that don't mean sh*t
I was in the county jail, only fighting n*ggas
On the streets, got a Glock and chop, I ain't fighting [?]
I'm Picasso with a pocket rocket, paint him like a picture
[?] clutching a [?]
I'll lemon squeeze on n*ggas, [?] sh*t
Bentley coupe, I'm driving so fast, might crash [?]
[?]

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
Black lives don't matter, when I'm holding the FNN
I was walking in water, I should've bought jetskis
Opps talking like they tough, I'll drop a bag on them
Here go 40 thousand cash, here, wack his grandmama
And daughter, and her mama, headshot him
Catch these brothers, Bret Farve them
Here's a bottle [?]
It get wavey [?] choppers in the car
Finna throw a pizza party, finna [?]
Take these clothes from Nemon Marcus, Why you scared? We ain't know you
We take everything from them, Stink Team, we a problem
Friendly ass n*ggas, they ain't never on sh*t
Drakeo, tell them I ain't from [?] pleae
Na, he an opp, take his pants and his socks
[?] county jail, so we couldn't take his watch
Order one green dot, that'll get a n*gga popped on
b*tch, you better ask about my family, we are not normal
[Chorus: Ketchy the Great]
Man, these n*ggas screaming black lives matter, that don't mean sh*t
I was in the county jail, only fighting n*ggas
On the streets, got a Glock and chop, I ain't fighting [?]
I'm Picasso with a pocket rocket, paint him like a picture
[?] clutching a [?]
I'll lemon squeeze on n*ggas, [?] sh*t
Bentley coupe, I'm driving so fast, might crash [?]
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