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letra de twirlanta - 22gz

[intro]
gang, gang, gang
i’m the hottest young n-gga in the city (skrr, skrr, skrr)
(rra-rra-rra)
innocent charges and sh-t
gang, gang, gang (skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr)
grrrrr, bang-bang-bang (skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr)

[chorus]
my stepper gon’ brush him
if i press the b-tton, too drippy to scuff ’em (drip, drip)
the bl!ck’ in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would i tussle? (bl!cky, the bl!cky, the bl!cky, the bl!cky, why would i tussle?)
diamonds dancin’, flooded, we done turned nothin’ to somethin’ (we done turned nothin’ to somethin’)
n-ggas be cappin’, bluffin’, tweak, that’s a hole in your m-ffin (that’s a hole in your m-ffin)

[verse]
once all attention, try to run off with the drip, it ain’t give me a mention
swish and we bench him, treesh at the drop
we gon’ pull up with bl!ckies and drench him (grrrr)
look at these actors, droppin’ the rates, ain’t ever spin cali (ain’t ever spin cali, p-ssy)
spinnin’ for rappers, what’s the chances that he got his ratchet? (boom-boom-boom)
it’s gon’ be a disaster, he ain’t no stepper, that boy into fashion (p-ssy)
stop all that cappin’, aim for his matta, cabbage, he in a casket
gang-gang gon’ wack him
he made a diss tryna get a reaction (p-ssy)
can’t wait to catch him, crash him, whole gang spinnin’ for the back end (back end)
want me to be disrespectful? pull up to the funeral, spit in that coffin (spit in that coffin)
put more shots in his matta, they can’t see his face, that’s for all that talkin’ (p-ssy)
headshot, he ain’t gon’ make it, his brains on the pavement, no witness, no statement
my k!llers ain’t takin’ no payment, they said it’s for free
point him out, they gon’ off him (gang-gang-gang, p-ssy)
gun a n-gga down, drop a diss, r.i.p. lil pint, pour a four, that drip
all we know, run down, go stiff
let my ooter, catch him lackin’ and they hoppin’ out the whip
see all the hate through these carti’s
kodak fresh home off a pardon
caught some ‘migos, don’t sip no bacardi (no bacardi)
reppin’ brooklyn like biggie and harden (brooklyn)
ride out, ar with the scope
pull up with coach, now he a ghost
k!ll a opp, then make a toast
hit a opp treesh while she drivin’ the boat
stuffin’ the stick and the glizzy (glizzy)
clip came see-through just like bizzy
hoolies gon’ spin ’til he dizzy
spider-man, hop out the rented
catch a body then hit up the jeweler (boom, boom, boom)
i got twenty blue tips in the ruger (gang, gang, gang)
back then, used to flock out the uber
all for scooter, them manure
can’t respond to no n-gga that gave his whole crew up (hahaha), goofies
n-ggas stole all the drip, act like they never knew us (n-ggas stole all my drip, act like they never knew us)
got a bad yellow b-tch that’ll line you from cuba (got a bad yellow b-tch, treesh, treesh)
she gon’ swing me the addy, we pulled up and smoked ’em like hookah
n-ggas ain’t spinnin’ sh-t, they just type on computers
and my last name “bl!ck”, so i’m picking the tool up (bl!ck, gang-gang-gang, bl!cky, the bl!cky)
[chorus]
my stepper gon’ brush him
if i press the b-tton, too drippy to scuff ’em (too drippy to scuff ’em)
the bl!ck’ in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would i tussle? (so why would i tussle?)
diamonds dancin’, flooded, we done turned nothin’ to somethin’ (dance, dance)
n-ggas be cappin’, bluffin’, tweak, that’s a hole in your m-ffin (that’s a hole in your m-ffin)
my stepper gon’ brush him
if i press the b-tton, too drippy to scuff ’em (too drippy to scuff ’em)
the bl!ck’ in the duffle, it came with a muzzle, so why would i tussle? (so why would i tussle?)
diamonds dancin’, flooded, we done turned nothin’ to somethin’ (dance, dance)
n-ggas be cappin’, bluffin’, tweak, that’s a hole in your m-ffin

[outro]
gg4l
sg, twirl gang, cho gang

- 22gz

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