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letra de still in shocc - 03 greedo

[intro]
h-lluva made this beat baby

[verse]
back and charged up, b-tch we still in shock
got a fifty round drum, tryna fit a glock
on a out the slums verse, first to mention switches
can’t even whip out on these n-ggas ’cause these n-ggas b-tches
and nowadays your rap blogs, they support the snitches
and f-ck the government, they got protection for the witness
but it ain’t got nothin’ for the younger n-gga in the trenches
and wonder why these lil’ n-ggas turnin’ into gremlins
your chunky 10 millimeter, that’s a large pistol
you gotta cover me wit’ bands likе some scar tissue
n-ggas dyin’, you don’t ride, you just start dissin’
you lil’ n-ggas nеver slide like your cars missin’
sure got me agitated, f-ck around and whizz on
n-ggas must’ve got agitated, we ain’t see you step once
make sure i should be aggravated, rifle shoot the teflon
used to have them glasses, i was urkel, now i’m stefan
icy, drummer chain pricey
[?] so big, cut a hole in my white tee
i did all the steppin’, i should have my own nike’s
i know n-ggas welcomin’ me home, don’t like me
i’m back and i’m still strapped, loaded in the backseat
seatbelt cl!ck like the bl!ck when we clap heat escalade seat, warmest, b-tches just a b-tton choppa turn his fake ass steppas to some athletes
track and field, i’m slidin’ still, so lit that i don’t have to yield
yellow diamonds lookin’ like the corn growin’ in vacaville
i bought me some land in there, a farmer when i have to chill
every time it’s harvest season, sn-tchin’ snats up out the field
indoor, outdoor, don’t know, n-gga, how to tattletale
n-ggas be so broke, they couldn’t tell you if your diamonds real
or tell you what a aston is, he thought i drove a genesis
the logo look the same but check the changes, see the differences
sum it up, i’m rich as sh-t, you got lit, i was wit’ yo’ b-tch
only time these rappers goin’ viral is when these n-ggas snitch
guess i should’ve folded like the samsung galaxy
b-tch, i keep on blowin’ like i got a lot of allergies
sneeze, easy, b-tch they call me greedy
prison time was hard, studio time easy
i just roll my step and i can battle chris breezy dancin’ on the brick, brainwashed by jeezy
thug motivation, all my n-ggas 103 me
b-tch, i been a n-gga right there like gengi
goin’ back to cali’ cause i know my city need me
we lost nipsey hussle, lost kobe, lost gigi
lost drakeo the ruler, lost ketchy from the stinc team
missed all of they funerals cause texas ain’t release me
please do not be stupid, how you movin’ when you meet me?
better have a glizzy and a shooter when you greet me
[outro]
b-tch, i’m still in shock
b-tch, i’m still in shock

- 03 greedo

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