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letra de handicap crippin - astropink

[intro]
we don’t shoot back, cuz we shoot first
shoot uh n-gga in the back, put his name on his tag and his face on the back of uh t-shirt
i’ll leave uh n-gga lyin’ in the dirt
now i see, let him cry cuz hes hurt
murder one, homicide, get him merked
all we heard is all the ops goin’ the the funneral so we gon’ do a drive by on the church
got .30s on rachts, ar with attachments
we k!ll em we catch em
threw my dawg a bone, he fetched him
he was at home alone, we stretched him (what ye did?)
nd’ we not doin’ that extra (we what!?)
me and my n-ggas we extra (hey hey)
put him on the news he special yhea
handicap crip im special yhea

[chorus
handicap crip im r-t-rded (fo’ real)
three dracos nd’ uh carbon (carbon yhea)
told my brutha im heartless hey
better k!llin’ sh-t then robbin’ yhea
handicap crip im r-t-rded (uhn-uhn)
three dracos nd’ uh carbon (uhn-uhn)
you ain’t shot n0body, ain’t got no bodys, we’ll turn yo bark to a [?]
big ol’ lighter, hit his head and his body
he’ll leave yo body in apartments yhea
shoot uh mac so see i coppin’ no beef
i’ll slash no beef i started yhea
hit uh op like marijuana yhea
f-ck uh drive by im parkin’ here
walk uh n-gga down with the big tray pound
no walk, i hit my target yhea
[verse 1]
murder block ten, thats five times two
whos been atcho’ crib, don tray what it do?
full on blow dryer n-ggas know what we do
murder block, murder him, murder block, murder you
for some of my chains, for some of my jewls?
for some of ice gang, [?] gang what it do?
for some of my name, for some of the crew?
for some of the money gain, rip money you
shoot uh n-gga in the jug, keep his .45 tuck, make uh n-gga bust uh trunk like uh backflip
n-gga nuck if you buck, it was up, it was stuck, i ain’t goin’ no where till the smoke clears
you don’t want to cancer (uhn- uhn)
roodof, red nose red dot on yo [?]
make a raindeer like dancer, prancer, leave uh n-gga dead soon they like santa (bow, bow, bow, bow)
pots nd’ pans i was servin’ them grams up this is lohan ain’t hanna montana
ain’t sell grams, don’t be poppin’ them xanz
(?)
poppin’ atcho’ man, white-t lookin’ [?]
red dot, head shot
[?]
my n-ggas gon’ go if its green
shootuh man sold, better ask about me

[chorus]
threw my dawg a bone, he fetched him
he was at home alone, we stretched him (what ye did?)
nd’ we not doin’ that extra (we what!?)
me and my n-ggas we extra (hey hey)
put him on the news he special yhea
handicap crip im special yhea
handicap crip im r-t-rded (fo’ real)
three dracos nd’ uh carbon (carbon yhea)
told my brutha im heartless hey
better k!llin’ sh-t then robbin’ yhea
handicap crip im r-t-rded (uhn-uhn)
three dracos nd’ uh carbon (uhn-uhn)
you ain’t shot n0body, ain’t got no bodys, we’ll turn yo bark to a [?]
big ol’ lighter, hit his head and his body
he’ll leave yo body in apartments yhea
shoot uh mac so see i coppin’ no beef
i’ll slash no beef i started yhea
hit uh op like marijuana yhea
f-ck uh drive by im parkin’ here
walk uh n-gga down with the big tray pound
no walk, i hit my target yhea
[verse 2]
please run on my line, don’t please my alarm
handicap crip is tatted on my arm
these [?] now we pull up in forigens
yo dimonds er sh-t… look like corn
drivin’ to slimy i don’t give two f-cks, if i really want you dead imma save ten bucks
crazy e got the most he done knocked ten plus
run it up, break it down, feed the gang, thats a must
[?] died on the scene
i just popped me a perk because i was [?]
we ain’t die since 2016, 30 deep thats the gang, hunnid k thats the team
if you shootin’ out the car how the f-ck you uh shooter?
[?] five tray got crunched tell em sick to the hoopers
she ain’t tryina suck or f-ck [?]
jordan called me at the k!llers tryina get him some (?)

[outro]
we don’t shoot back, cuz we shoot first
shoot uh n-gga in the back, put his name on his tag and his face on the back of uh t-shirt
i’ll leave uh n-gga lyin’ in the dirt
now i see, let him cry cuz hes hurt
murder one, homicide, get him merked
all we heard is all the ops goin’ the the funneral so we gon’ do a drive by on the church
got .30s on rachts, ar with attachments
we k!ll em we catch em
threw my dawg a bone, he fetched him
he was at home alone, we stretched him (what ye did?)
nd’ we not doin’ that extra (we what!?)
me and my n-ggas we extra (hey hey)
put him on the news he special yhea
handicap crip im special yhea

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