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letra de 10 28 - 22gz

[intro]
(defbeats did ’em dirty)

[verse]
n-ggas keep dissin’ the dead like they ready to die (bop, bop, bop, like they ready to die)
i need a mask and some gloves, and i’m ready to slide (bl!cky, the bl!cky, i’m tryna go purgin’)
we caught a opp double-parked, he got left in a ride (he got left in a ride, skrrt, skrrt)
i saw his eyes rollin’ back, he got sent to the sky (gang, gang, murk him)
got some steppers, they jackin’ the five
do a walk-up, hop back in the ride (i bl!ck him, skrrt)
spot a opper, i can’t let him slide
we caught him lackin’ in traffic on live (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
popped him asleep, he be dead in a week (skrrt)
spin in a masi’ or spin in a jeep (boom, gang, gang, gang)
body be droppin’ legit, like it’s beef (bl!cky, the bl!cky)
for all that trollin’, lil’ homie deceased (dead)
i ain’t got patience, turn him to a patient
spank all my cases, my lawyer amazing (gang)
.357, ain’t leavin’ no casing (skrrt)
first forty-eight, but they can’t even trace it (bop, bop,, gang)
jakes on my body, i’m takin’ the bl!cky apart, then i’m hoppin’ a fence (bl!cky, the bl!cky)
we put a hole in his heart, he was actin’ invincible, we had to lift him (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop, skrrt)
you better watch who you mention (mention)
bodies get dropped over tension (gang, gang, gang, gang)
glock with a switch and extension (bl!cky, the bl!cky)
they tryna clone my invention
‘ooters be tweakin’, tellin’ the labels we beefin’
’cause we be creepin’ (tellin’ the labels we beefin’, grrt, grrt)
‘ooters be cheesin’, like just imagine what n-ggas’ll say in a precinct (hahaha)
n-ggas ain’t factors, i know a whole lot of rappers who never got active (cap)
my ‘ooter do drills for a hobby, come back to the spot like that sh-t never happened (gang, gang, gang)
last opp play, ended up on eulogy
can’t get the drop? we gon’ spin in community (skrrt, skrrt)
i catch him slippin’, that’s my opportunity (my opportunity)
thought i won’t up it ’cause he went to school with me (bop, bop)
pop out the cut, they like, “who that?”
you better watch who you shoot at
bullets’ll fly through your durag (māthā, māthā)
spin where their stu’ at
heard he got hit and he flew back
dissin’ the dead, why you do that? (skrrt, skrrt)
my city like new jack
shoot, i’ma shoot back
we sent a opp with his son and then moved that
n-ggas be actin’ like trolls on the blue app
they said i told, so how n0body prove that? (n0body prove that)
[outro]
n-ggas be gettin’ managed by the police
tellin’ the industry we got beef (gang, gang, gang)
if it was up to me, that ain’t street
word to my mother, i stay with a bl!cky
rrah (gang, gang, gang, gang)
rrah
rrah, rrah

- 22gz

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