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letra de no hook - 77raze

[intro]
uh oh, terron

[verse 1: 77raze]
jump off the roof and i hope in a jet
bi-b-tch, i pull up in a f-ckin’ corvette
shoot up the function, i’m makin’ it wet
i-i got the strap, it’s a motherf-ckin’ gat
act like your rich but your sh-t is in debt
.223 bullet gon’ hit then you dead
i got the snow, b-tch, i feel like i’m santa
pour up the act in the motherf-ckin’ fanta
feel like desiigner when i do the panda
bullet-proof vest and you feel like a tank, bruh
stop all the claimin’ ’cause you not a member
body gon’ drop in the motherf-ckin’ blender
seventy-seven, b-tch, i’m the inventor
stop all thе cap, you’re just a pretendеr
give me a brick and i’m motherf-ckin’ sellin’ it
i bring the glock for my motherf-ckin’ benefit
never forget like a motherf-ckin’ elephant
arrogant, elegant, i’m in my element
act like you poppin’, your sh-t is not relevant
ca-came to the party, i’m strapped with a tool
b-body got dropped in the motherf-ckin’ pool
i’m not a guy who would shoot up the school
you say that in tracks, and you think that your cool
i keep a strap and i shoot at your people
multiple bullets, that sh-t is so lethal
smoke on your pack and i roll it like diesel
i got a glock, oh no, wait, it’s a deagle
[verse 2: xatashi]
i got a gun by my d-ck, it’s a deagle
smokin’ your blunt, you get shot, now you see through
i-i’m rollin’ up with a stick with my people
choppa gon’ rip through your sh-t, yeah, its lethal
you wanted smoke, you get shot, you get chemo
smoke out your head like we smokin’ on diesel
you talkin’ sh-t like, b-tch, i ain’t see you
want me a bad b-tch like motherf-ckin’ zero two
aye, we smokin’ that pack when we whip out the sticks
this choppa gon’ shoot through your motherf-ckin’ d-ck
your name on a list like i’m yagami b-tch
you wanted smoke, you get hit
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, f-ck sh-t
get the f-ck off of my d-ck
this choppa gon’ rip through your motherf-ckin’ sh-t, b-tch

[verse 3: 77raze]
all of your grindin’ is motherf-ckin’ useless
sellin’ a brick, it came out f-ckin’ houston
i-i catch you lackin’, get hit with a tool clip
wa-wa-wa-walk in the spot with a mothef-ckin’ ar
ballin’ so hard like i’m motherf-ckin’ neymar
i’m in the dark like i’m motherf-ckin’ vader
swingin’ my blade, it’s a motherf-ckin’ saber
stop with your music, your sh-t is a failure
you talkin’ too much in the net, you a hater
you think that your great, but i think that i’m greater
red dot on your head, it’s a motherf-ckin’ laser
kickin’ some bars and i’m callin’ it sport
ca-catchin’ a case, i don’t care about court
chi-chill on the porch and i’m smoking a port
go-gone off the blow that i motherf-ckin’ snort
[interlude: 77raze]
snort, snort
nah, nah, nah, i don’t go to, ah, yeah, court
on the porch, on the porch
yeah i’m smokin’ a port, on the motherf-ckin’ porch

[verse 4: lord distortion]
doin’ him dirty, he dumped in the mud
sip on that sh-t and i might level up
fu-f-ck what he sayin’, my goons get to slayin’, that sh-t get to sprayin’ to turn ’em to clumps, uh
i ain’t gonna play like that b-tch, forget
how he gonna aim like that, hit foreheads
i ain’t gotta strain my tracks, they force it
and all you f-ckin’ lame ass b-tches targets
catchin’ him slack when he millin’ about
hea-heatin’ it up when it simmerin’ down
scratch off the list and we see who be next, when we comin’ for necks, ain’t no gettin’ around
i might just sit in the shroud
you ain’t ever safe, you get hit in the crowd
evidence burnin’, we ain’t leave a trace
b-tch, we doin’ the race, finna get outta town

[verse 5: lxxiv]
i know y’all hatin’, i done peeped from a distance
intimidated by my persistence
big guns, yeah, i coexist with the misfits
f-ck white b-tches, they in love with the wrist slits
me and tr3 gettin’ money, way before we made k!ll sh-t
money don’t fold, no need for a bill clip
and you rappers and hypocrites and you so f-cking ignorant
i just float through the infinite on my hendrix sh-t
off a tab, bandana tight, f-ck all the opposite
they get rocked in the bottom lip
and the cops try and stop me but i still f-ckin’ profited
and i’m somewhat monogamous to the game and i put in a chokehold
and i won’t fold under pressure
me and raze like poseidon, startin’ waves
we some trendsetters
big steppers, go getters
ain’t stoppin’ till our mamas got six figures
[outro: 77raze]
six figures in this b-tch, you know how we comin’, man
f-ck a hook, twenty-twenty one sh-t
we takin’ over in this sh-t, bruh, stop playin’

- 77raze

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