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letra de drive by - aykae

[chorus: aykae]
b-tch i’m f-cked up
staining all my clothes with all the blood he coughed up
i been grindin’ on my lonely i done bossed up
gnarly boys and the nine
b-tch you better hide or we comin to your crib
well leave you f-cked up

staining all my clothes with all the blood he coughed up
i been grindin’ on my lonely i done bossed up
gnarly boys and the nine
b-tch you better hide or we comin to your crib
well leave you f-cked up

[verse 1: aykae]
yeah, i’m never riding solo
i got 12eject by my side, he my n-gga with the holo
so he better watch his mouth, or this glock he finna swallow
i ain’t worried ’boutta n-gga with a body full of hollows man f-ck

knock-knock at yo’ door, and we make it bust
put his head to the curb, and we make it crush
never end n-gga i’m just breakin’ off the rust
shoulda never wanted war
shoulda stayed there with yo’ n-ggas in the dust
leave his body full of cuts
have that n-gga wide open and we pullin’ out his guts
then we pullin’ on the clutch
and we movin’ in a rush
if that n-gga talkin crazy we goin pull up on his house
and leave ’em f-cked up

[verse 2: 12eject]
swear to god that p-ssy gettin’ f-cked up
found out where he stay at, put his body in a dumptruck
stand down, man down, better pick ’em up
got her face down ass up man she tryna f-ck
if he tryna run up on you, put him on a white t
n-ggas always flows why the f-ck they biting
glock got a letter, pockets gettin’ fatter
if that boy keep talkin’ we goin’ send ’em up to saturn

shoutout aykae, pull up with the 47, we dont do no melee
posted in the 313, like its a f-cking vaycae
b-tch slapped, p-ssy n-gga now he got a face tat
burn his f-ckin’ house to the gutter and then we spin back
i’m so p-ssed off
counting down from ten and that p-ssy boy gettin’ lift up
talkin’ on my gang, on my name, you’ll get f-cked up
hollow tips will do a n-gga dirty, need a touch up
doin’ it better than these n-ggas needa catch up
wake up every morning with my motherf-ckin’ d-ck up
they just freed lil’ gunna, turn the motherf-ckin bass up
he just tried to fight me so we left that p-ssy, we left ’em f-cked up
[chorus: aykae]
b-tch i’m f-cked up
staining all my clothes with all the blood he coughed up
i been grindin’ on my lonely i done bossed up
gnarly boys and the nine
b-tch you better hide or we comin to your crib
well leave you f-cked up

- aykae

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