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letra de zone 6 - 3ag pilot

[intro]
yeah, yeah
ah, yeah, yeah
ah, ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, i could just dome split (split)
kickin’ these doors in, i brought the pole in
d-mn near lost my mind, f-ckin’ these hoes, no trojan
all these hoes some dimes, f-ckin’ some ho from zone 6 (f-ck sh-t up)
i had to run this sh-t up, couldn’t waste no time, just me and my brother (brother)
i got some bros in new york that’ll pull up on n-ggas, that’s word to my mother
n-ggas wanna play, we pull up where you lay, we on top of the roof like a gutter
i get that pack and i run it back, bullet like quarterback, all of my bros in the huddle

[verse]
b-tch, i can’t stop at no red light, you can’t go nowhere if your bread light
i hang with some n-ggas that bang to the right, he try me in day then he dead by the night
i got me some bros in the pen’ and know, n-gga, like bowlin’, they see you, they catchin’ a strike
they do anything for the pilot, and that include bodies, afterward i’m catchin’ a flight
young pilot gon’ keep his mouth closed, the reason that i never told ’cause they choppin’ off toes
n-gga, i’m tryna get rich as roddy, i’m puttin’ this box on the road
n-gga, strap a c4 to his body and watch as his body explode
everything glitter and gold, hit that b-tch once, i ain’t hit her no more
b-tch on a high, get the drop for my lo’, you can pull up wherever if n-ggas want smoke
bodies on bodies, i promise i’ll pull up and get anybody, i get in that mode
my young n-gga snotty, my young n-gga caught him a homi’, that n-gga was twelve years old
b-tch, i ain’t got me no pics
probably gon’ drown you, i take you water, i ain’t teachin’ these n-ggas to fish
i grew up in bricks, don’t care ’bout my daddy, the last time i seen him was six
pockets on thigh pads, if a n-gga got shoulder pads on, then i’m sendin’ a blitz
b-tch, i’m a blood, i can get that boy hit, i don’t got a blender, i put you in mix
i whip out the bowl like the cereal, trix, shyneboikash when i’m sippin’ on tris
f-ck payin’ rent, bought a brand-new bl!ck, tree fell down, got a brand-new stick
wrap a n-gga head like a hindu kid, thirty-dollar zip, it was sprayed-on mid
take that money out my pocket, put it right on your head, n-gga (f-ck sh-t up, b-tch)
[chorus]
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t, i could just dome split (split)
kickin’ these doors in, i brought the pole in
d-mn near lost my mind, f-ckin’ these hoes, no trojan
all these hoes some dimes, f-ckin’ some ho from zone 6
i had to run this sh-t up, couldn’t waste no time, just me and my brother (brother)
i got some bros in new york that’ll pull up on n-ggas, that’s word to my mother
n-ggas wanna play, we pull up where you lay, we on top of the roof like a gutter
i get that pack and i run it back, bullet like quarterback, all of my bros in the huddle (f-ck sh-t up)

- 3ag pilot

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