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letra de drill pt. 2 - abu vibes

[intro: abu vibes]
straight up
what i’m talkin’ ’bout

[verse 1: abu vibes]
yeah, i’m really great at beat production (beat production)
if you f-ckin’ with the team, it’s gon’ be repercussions (yeah)
i hit so hard i’m ’bout to get yo’ ass like like three concussions (like three concussions)
i be crankin’ out them beats like it’s reproduction (on god)
and i’m the baddest until my demise
just like enzo said you know we seeing eye to eye
my gas got me up floating, b-tch, i’m flying high
plus that sh-t got me chokin’ like it’s cyanide
a red accord coupe is what i do ride
i live up in the clouds because i fly too high (fly too high)
i’m thinkin’ bout’ this drillin’, i said not tonight because i just been chillin’ swear to god its been a abu vibe
ayy, and lately i been totin’ [?], but not from trappin’, just collectin’ all them covid checks (i do, i do)
[?] [?] make it real so you know what’s next
we hoppin’ out, the money bounce till’ it’s over [?]
cuz we been grindin’, never stoppin’ and they hold them back
i murder verses now, i ain’t even suppose to rap
my [?] sittin’ by my throat like some [?] [?]
and they be hyping me up, motor-motorola [?]

[interlude: enzo]
man, these boys acting like abu and enzo ain’t on top of this game right now
we top number one and two
get wit’ it
yeah
let’s go
yeah
ayy
[verse 2: enzo]
we ’bout to show these n-ggas really how to rap in style (rap)
i wrap it up light it on fire like a [?] [?]
yo’ girl, i hit it from the back until she tappin’ out
i hit the store, i’m blowin’ hunnids till’ i’m cashin’ out
they backin’ down because we crazy when we actin’ wild
blowin’ smoke when i be spittin’, gotta pass the [?]
ain’t got no straps for now, but money’s puttin’ stacks in piles
i heard you rappin’, and that track was just a tragic sound
releasing music out on youtube and i’m blowin’ up
the money comin’ and we grindin’ never slowin’ up
i touch my chain, it’s icy on my neck, it’s cold as f-ck (ice)
my rhymin’ high and i’ma spit it till’ it sober up
cookin’ beats and verses really till’ they over done
they full of fear and weakness, we ain’t never showin’ none (yeah)
i complete these beats and reap it, i’m the chosen one (chose)
i hit it on my first try, it’s a hole in one

- abu vibes

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