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letra de kill it - ambush buzzworl

[intro]
yeah
cah i burn a boy like d on
(ain’t even in my lane, boy)

[verse 1]
yeah, it must be cah i’m gettin’ on
it’s like most of the ends don’t get along
but my money’s on me, who’s you bettin’ on?
you can call me young d or teflon
cah i burn a boy like d on stefflon
yeah, i’m steppin’ in and i’m steppin’ on
and i’m steppin’ out and i’m gettin’ done
you know my mates, you know exactly who i get it from
and the youngers know exactly who they get it from
we the plugs, they know exactly who to get it from
you ain’t even in my lane, boy, step along
blud, it’s gettin’ long, cah my gun is long
and my money long, you’re funny don (funny don)
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no funny n-gga, i’m a gettin’ money don (huh)
real n-ggas gettin’ money, tryna build sh-t, the game ain’t a race, it’s a marathon (uh)
so i’m juggin’ and i’m
yeah, i’m chuggin’ and i’m
get whippin’ and i
let it look and then i
hit the shotty and i’m a shotter
up and down, in and out the block-a
ain’t no cap in my music
blud, i said what i said, if the shoe fit
n-ggas wanna act like they’re lost ’til i lose it
don’t make me prove it (uh) (cah i pull up in a-)
[chorus]
what? cah they got me in a booth on booth sh-t (got me in a booth sh-t)
if my n-ggas don’t slide, they ain’t b, gon’ pull up and shoot sh-t (gon’ pull up and bye)
get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, “i just wan’ do music” (i’m an artist)
twenty bags for my bail cah a n-gga just wan’ do music

[verse 2]
yeah, it must be cah i get about, yeah
area boy and i’m steppin’ out
yeah, you’re still in the ends, i’m jettin’ out
couldn’t fill half the room man’s sellin’ out
haven’t even seen half the food man’s sellin’ out
but it’s sellin’ out, i ain’t sellin’ dunes and i ain’t sellin’ clout
this is c-town, weapons out
you know, get ’em down, get ’em down (huh)
did i l!ck ’em, did i?
did i rob ’em, did i?
did i jook ’em, did i?
did i shot him? did i?
yeah, it’s all goin’ on ’round here
can’t even make a song ’round here
so i don’t need to drill rap for them to feel that
this is real rap
i got ptsd, how the f-ck they gon’ heal that? (uh)
and a lot of n-ggas dead for them n-ggas, don’t feel that (uh)
want love from these streets? you ain’t ever gon’ feel that (uh)
no love for police, i ain’t ever gon’ feel that (i ain’t ever gon’ feel that)
they don’t want me on the streets or the beats but they want me in the jail like these neeks (cah i pull up in a-)
[chorus]
what? cah they got me in a booth on booth sh-t (got me in a booth sh-t)
if my n-ggas don’t slide, they ain’t b, gon’ pull up and shoot sh-t (gon’ pull up and bye)
get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, “i just wan’ do music” (i’m an artist)
twenty bags for my bail cah a n-gga just wan’ do music

- ambush buzzworl

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