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letra de bet - after school program

[intro]
bo nickals trying something crazy!
lui beatzz
i count six shots n-gg-
i count two guns n-gg-
-gunshots

[hook: lui beatzz x2]
hop in the vet
if you ain’t think we ballin’ then bet
i run up a check
ain’t no regret when i make ya b-tch wet

[verse 1: nick bo]
yeah i had to hop in the vet
yeah i had to get ya b-tch wet
yeah i hit the gas when i saw the police
yeah i had to turn on the jets
ballin’ just like i’m a met
how many pounds i said bet
ride or die with my f-ckin’ team
yeah all of my dawgs gettin’ bread
ain’t got no love for no fed
drinkin’ until i’m undead
smoke a lot of green no visine
yeah that’s why my eyes red
roll down the street and break necks
shawty called me for good s-x
i told that b-tch to say less
hit it once then i’m on to the next
cause i got blunts rolled up on deck
shoot my shot wet like i’m sheck
i’m tryna run up a check
i keep my foot on they neck
doin’ 120 in the whip
got a fat blunt up on my lip
tech stay strapped to my hip
see the police and ima dip
ak got the pistol grip
cause i got shooters in the meat shop
shawty only come around when the f-ckin’ heat drop
ima spit it freestyle when the f-ckin’ beat drop

[hook: lui beatzz x2]
hop in the vet
if you ain’t think we ballin’ then bet
i run up a check
ain’t no regret when i make ya b-tch wet

[verse 2: billy $mith]
i came i saw i ran this
you salty cause i knocked you out praying mantis
but n-body has as much salt as atlantic
you sleep with the fishes cause i’m from atlantis (d-mn)
khabib
choke out the beat make it bleed
don’t put me caboose cause i lead
i strung up ya noose and hung it from a tree, you see?
how is it my sh-t still free?
thought by now i’d have a milli or three
but me? a lyrical wiz with no cheese (chedda)
i do as i please
i already came then i leave
but we’re not the same my lyrics are sharp like coniferous trees
the raps are my leaves and the needle runs deep
however
satan tried to burn me but i’m clever
signed away my soul but the devil don’t remember
that my soul is ice cold turning h-ll into december
my pleasure
get it while it’s hot or you’ll get got never
cause if you get got you get a box and a letter
with a finger or a toe that you know i dismembered
that’s terror

[hook: lui beatzz x2]
hop in the vet
if you ain’t think we ballin’ then bet
i run up a check
ain’t no regret when i make ya b-tch wet

[outro]
-crazy laughter
lui beatzz

- after school program

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