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Ak Tarantino - Gimme A Minute Lyrics

Gimme a Minute Lyrics[Intro: AK Tarantino]
Let's get it
(AK fuckin' up the beat)

[Chorus: AK Tarantino]
You need to gimme a minute
To reload the K and see how many 7.62's I can make fit up in it
Two clips and a fifty-round mag', it's extended, when we come and spin it
Your brother done died, now you want us to [?] image
I'm tryna make the bread flip like a burger and cheese comin' with it, like I was the grill man at Wendy's
Foe'nem been hittin' your block for a minute, but he ain't gon' spin it 'less he got the new [?]

[Verse 1: AK Tarantino]
He look like Avengers: Endgame when we hit him
Opp in a bun, in a pack when it's hittin'
My throat gettin' hot when I hit it
Came up from the focus and KFC chicken, now we whippin' Benji's
Ain't hittin' up [?] kitchen, the place that I get be the biggest
We come a long way from not havin' the McDonald's money
Now I have the money to buy every house in [?]
I need me a mansion with twenty bedrooms 'fore I finish
And a personal maid washin' dishes
I hop in the Tesla like watch how I switch it
Lil' AK get gone, and you bitches my gang
[?] flippin' them switches like Christmas, they brought me a bag 'fore I walk in the buildin'
If twenty bad bitches come into the room, and they vanish, I'm tryna take me at least one of them bitches
For ransom, they come and collect it
I walk away dancin', throw bricks in the back, get 'em off when I'm landin'
I pour up the [?], and they come in with the big guns
In the back of the fit, I'm like Danny
I get the back off, and I throw it like Randy
Receive a shot from the quarterback
I'ma go swipe, and you won't get a quarter back, huh
He [?] wearin' that, I might just pop out the cut with that fifty and blick his ass, huh
Know we go dumb, with the shots up in the pump

[Verse 2: D.B Chapo]
First time in Vegas, I hit the casino, and I fuckin' roll me the jackpot
Bitch, I got bodies and bodies bodies, I feel like the dog off The Sandlot
I tote the Drac' by the side of the whip, got a Glock in the box with the padlock
Got a ghost gun with a black dot
Take it off, I ain't gotta [?] shot
With your bitch in the crib, and I'm givin' her backshots
.44 when I'm sellin' that crack rock
Off of the bean, I don't know how to manage
I grabbed a big shank, and I'm slicin' the ham off the sandwich
He come to the block, then we bannin' him
Treat him like Malcolm, like shoot the lil' bitch off the bannister
Bodies on bodies, I tell 'em to hand me some
Blickies on blickies, I tell 'em to hand me one
Keep me a tool like I was Handy Manny
You play, then I'm aimin' a dot at your mammy
I'm out on the block, get a text from my granny
(Ayy, get a text from her)
She say, "What that is?" and I tell her, "Wassup"
I'm in the club with a stick like I'm Ja
Been ballin' on bitches, I'm laughin' like ha
And the stick get to bussin', it sound like a bomb
Beat on the baby mama, do it raw
Like my name Newton, I follow the law
(Like my name Newton, I follow the law)

[Chorus: AK Tarantino]
You need to gimme a minute
To reload the K and see how many 7.62's I can make fit up in it
Two clips and a fifty-round mag', it's extended, when we come and spin it
Your brother done died, now you want us to [?] image
I'm tryna make the bread flip like a burger and cheese comin' with it, like I was the grill man at Wendy's
Foe'nem been hittin' your block for a minute, but he ain't gon' spin it 'less he got the new [?]