I just stepped off a rodeo its rip KO that pistol on say so
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
Pop out his brains leave his remains
You might die with the gang you might die by yourself
Just die with the stain or take that nigga with you
My bitch got a range I was just hopping out coupes convertible coupes
White horns identical frames I'm too f*cked up cant see these lanes
Riding and swerving brembo the brakes line chirping give em a plate
I'm in the Audi that bitch so robotic cause it be controlling my turns
I hated the day that they shut down Follies
'Cause that was just one of them ones
I just stepped off a rodeo its rip KO that pistol on say so
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
All out in LA back to the east up to new york f*ck on a treesh
Death to the rats count up this cheese
Blicky's for all of my niggas with me
Im not a slave I work for me she covered and paved she under the sheets
I keep that pistol I'm popping it you know what I'm saying I just
Know I'm saying I just how I feel about that shit
Get high to forget some shit get high to forget all my pain
LLKO
LLKO
Ricky Kanes - Triumph (LLKO) Lyrics
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I just stepped off a rodeo its rip KO that pistol on say so
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
Pop out his brains leave his remains
You might die with the gang you might die by yourself
Just die with the stain or take that nigga with you
My bitch got a range I was just hopping out coupes convertible coupes
White horns identical frames I'm too f*cked up cant see these lanes
Riding and swerving brembo the brakes line chirping give em a plate
I'm in the Audi that bitch so robotic cause it be controlling my turns
I hated the day that they shut down Follies
'Cause that was just one of them ones
I just stepped off a rodeo its rip KO that pistol on say so
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
All out in LA back to the east up to new york f*ck on a treesh
Death to the rats count up this cheese
Blicky's for all of my niggas with me
Im not a slave I work for me she covered and paved she under the sheets
I keep that pistol I'm popping it you know what I'm saying I just
Know I'm saying I just how I feel about that shit
Get high to forget some shit get high to forget all my pain
LLKO
LLKO
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
Pop out his brains leave his remains
You might die with the gang you might die by yourself
Just die with the stain or take that nigga with you
My bitch got a range I was just hopping out coupes convertible coupes
White horns identical frames I'm too f*cked up cant see these lanes
Riding and swerving brembo the brakes line chirping give em a plate
I'm in the Audi that bitch so robotic cause it be controlling my turns
I hated the day that they shut down Follies
'Cause that was just one of them ones
I just stepped off a rodeo its rip KO that pistol on say so
My niggas not hoes bet they taking one off of this earth before they turn to an angel
I hang around killers I know that these niggas act like them people from Topanga
I'm chasing that money but I keep that fire I always got time to pop out a brain
All out in LA back to the east up to new york f*ck on a treesh
Death to the rats count up this cheese
Blicky's for all of my niggas with me
Im not a slave I work for me she covered and paved she under the sheets
I keep that pistol I'm popping it you know what I'm saying I just
Know I'm saying I just how I feel about that shit
Get high to forget some shit get high to forget all my pain
LLKO
LLKO
Writer: Jalen Jackson
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