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letra de no diss - 713flaco

(verse 1)
glock is bricked up and it’s ready to shoot yo sh-t
556’s hit yo stomach make you fold ain’t talking sit ups
piranha bullets eat yo sh-t and you get ripped up
when we done with yo whole squad ain’t n0body getting picked up

(hook)
f-ckers hating on me but ain’t getting laid
f-ckers stay talking sh-t but ain’t getting paid
don’t play bout my bros i’ll bust at your brain
imma f-ck yo b-tch and then run us a train
this ain’t no diss so y’all know wussup
always talking down then boy wussup
i’m looking down cuz i’m way way up
and i’ll never lie i keep it a buck
(verse 2)
how the f-ck you hating on me but don’t got a job
you fat f-ck you look like a blob
matter of fact imma call you bob
you don’t do sh-t you just a slob
rolling deep b-tch you know we mob
money chaser never needed to rob
hustled with friends and had a job
but might hit a l!ck on bob
matter of fact i don’t need me a chorus
imma blow up and cop me a porsche
she asked for d-ck and i said of course
tested me on my realness and passed every course

(verse 3)
i ride the beat and make it a classic
fake ass b-tch you made of plastic
ugly ass boy nick name jurassic
gave me head and it was fantastic
f-ck with me get croaked like a frog
ugly ass b-tch look like pumba the hog
big ass d-ck she call it a log
gotta fast flow they call me hedgehog
boy stay in school call him a nerd now
pull up on yo block and do a whole burn out
bet you didn’t think this is how it turn out
my sh-t better than your sh-t no doubt
(verse 4)
pull up in a track hawk and give her that fat c-ck
pc got no voice still let the mac talk
hit you in the back and now you can’t walk
ever since then i ain’t here no back talk
hold up i ain’t done with this sh-t
f-ckers steady still talking sh-t
smoked me a blunt ain’t trippin bout sh-t
keep sl!ck talking brodie gon pop yo sh-t
223’s split you like a twix
that’s a problem that stitches can’t fix
i’m gonna make me some figures probably bout 6
hating ass b-tch you can suck my d-ck
you got no drip look like drought
you f-ck yo girl and my name she shout
be a b-tch go in the corner and pout
just k!lled this beat that ain’t no doubt

(hook)
f-ckers hating on me but ain’t getting laid
f-ckers stay talking sh-t but ain’t getting paid
don’t play bout my bros i’ll bust at your brain
imma f-ck yo b-tch and then run us a train
this ain’t no diss so y’all know wussup
always talking down then boy wussup
i’m looking down cuz i’m way way up
and i’ll never lie i keep it a buck
(bridge)
you only got 5 and i’m shooting from the 4
shot and popped 3 now you only got dos
did your right hand dirty cuz he do the most
bullets hot like a oven burned him like toast
you only got 5 and i’m shooting from the 4
shot and popped 3 now you only got dos
did your right hand dirty cuz he do the most
bullets hot like a oven burned him like toast

(verse 5)
shot him like ricky cuz he did the dash
don’t know why he ran, guess he thought he was fast
blast from the gun, reminiscing his past
bullets hawked him down and started beating his ass
jumped my mans with you and yo team
ain’t no chill gonna get back, we on green
can’t even fight so they tote them beams
no worries no fear cuz they not what they seem
let’s talk bout yo homeboy ain’t he in the pin
thought he was free but his chances was slim
swear when get out we commiting a sin
homecoming party with dracs and fns
off to this b-tch boy wanna be gangsta
he ain’t on sh-t he really a prankster
he stay wanting a fade till i give him a taper
stay boasting on the gram till he meet his maker

(verse 6)
said you knew where i stay and said you would pop me
over some b-tch you mad she would top me
but im still breathing and sippin on wocky
marching band, whole crew got a stick
no h0m- but the gats got d-cks
play with my gang finna go john wick
take you out one by one gotta start croppin them pics
oh d-mn i’m spazzin on this beat
got a bad b-tch and she spazz on my meat
she sat on my face like it was a seat
slaughtering this beat like i’m michael myers
i be preaching so hard made the pastor retire
bars so heat made the house set on fire
say he better than me he a mother f-cking liar

- 713flaco

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