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letra de squads - 9lokknine

[verse]
they brought one stretcher, for four opps
well, we gon’ send a lil letter, drop off 50 shots
gun hot, burnt fire
these hoes givin’ std’s, so why try?
bill nye, the science guy
i think i hear a n-gga creepin’, clutchin’ on the slot
big fire, 40 thing
you know i’m big stepping, i just joined a marching band
i play the drums, two 50 rounds
every time i’m out in public n-ggas don’t even come around
my steppin’ grounds, strapped like a dyk-
glizzy came with a rubber on it (come on) to f-ck your life
like f-ck your life, middle fingers up
only time i’m pullin’ paints is when a n-gga quack a duck
you catch the tide, but catch the drift
you n-ggas pushin’ 30 got me beat by some years
his momma stressin’, cryin’ tears
her baby done got caught up in the sweep and tucked his tail
(broomstick!)
he talk salsa on the beat but soft as h-ll
them boys got a coffin as we speak but all is well
i left orlando in orlando, i prevail
brought them sticks on the road to crack your sh-ll
don’t get no sleep, been up for weeks
i promise when i hit it like a soldier i retreat
free lil skeet, heard the police
it’s another n-gga tellin’, i need paperwork to see
they opd, workin’ with them boys
how the h-ll these crackers keep finding guns like they toys?
oh i show poise, can’t trick me off the streets
yeah that burner dirty, 30, this b-tch hotter than you think
she want some minks, i want the brink’s truck
this sh-t’ll get real explicit, talkin’ 3d, bruh
i love my n-ggas ’til the end but we ain’t end nothing
i’m 2-5-2 ’til the world through, like b-tch free 21
murder gang but don’t pay nothing, i’m hotter than the sun
call your shooter, no aim, close range, he ain’t hit for nothing
say let’s just get him gone, he lost and swear he won
this sh-t here just begun, put this on my lil’ son

- 9lokknine

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