letra de a’s or b’s - 3o$ama & yung dizzy
[chorus: 3o$ama]
i’m high as sh-t, i’m in the stu’, just poured a deuce of yellow with blake n-gga, we be toting p
the opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the f-ck they don’t know me?
like i ain’t pop my door, jump out that ford and creep with drac’, cds
these n-ggas capping, don’t be spinning, how the f-ck they wanna beef?
these n-ggas capping, don’t be spinning, they ain’t got no f-cking bs
they ain’t even got no f-cking attempts
i’ll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
and i know you heard ’bout that last n-gga, he died and jumped the fence
[verse 1: 3o$ama]
boy, what’s wrong with him?
put that switchy on his ass, put that drizzy on his ass
we was fishing the [?] with t and i gave him a pass
but he showing off and throwing me off so i’ma smash his ass
gp keep capping like he spinning, he ain’t spin since 2020
i’m really active and i shoot my gun, n-gga on [?]
still screaming free threat, when he come home we gon’ roll up [?]
he thugging hard with his celly, shoutout my n-gga bmoney
i took all the charges, told the detectives i ain’t see nothing
the dead keep dissing, how ’bout you b-tch-n-ggas come and do something?
shoutout to mook, that’s my heart n-gga, you play thing he shoot something
and fox pushing 30, he still active and we got cars
7.62s park sh-t and [?] set off car alarms
i dropped a bomb up the border, remember? they called me brett favre
i been on sh-t with you b-tch-n-ggas since that day at [?]
and lil [?] is a b-tch, that n-gga don’t even go hard
if we get pulled over boo, put this fentanyl in your bralet
[verse 2: yung dizzy]
who put the switch up in your purse?
i can’t go back, that sh-t the worst
i just came home and popped three perc’s
fat sh-t got hit, i know it hurt
ha, i know they sad
i broke her heart, i did her bad
f-cked her best friend, i know she mad
f-ck it wiz, drag! drag!
huh, i can’t go back, i feel like nino
his mother head got put in a toilet, i’m talking ’bout skino
(hey young wick, what you on?)
they call [?] blowing
b3 just hopped out with that chop
(what the f-ck is a sig man? i like glocks)
i like switches, i like drac’s
you better not tote no .38
the whole 2023 i was boosting the whole murder rate
i shot that n-gga in his face, he did the drac’ i did the race
hit him up close, took him to sp-ce
new dead body, another cold case
[chorus: 3o$ama]
i’m high as sh-t, i’m in the stu’, just poured a deuce of yellow with blake n-gga, we be toting p
the opps be lying, their ass be capping, how the f-ck they don’t know me?
like i ain’t pop my door, jump out that ford and creep with drac’, cds
these n-ggas capping, don’t be spinning, how the f-ck they wanna beef?
these n-ggas capping, don’t be spinning, they ain’t got no f-cking bs
they ain’t even got no f-cking attempts
i’ll creep up through your bushes like a fox and jump a fence
and i know you heard ’bout that last n-gga, he died and jumped the fence
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