letra de concrete jungle - baby vengeance
(intro)
f-ck these opps, i’m ridin’ with my strap, ain’t no talkin’
f-ck your whole set, i’ll blast your ass, hear the chalkin’
f-ck these streets, i run blocks with the bl!ck, don’t be squawkin’
f-ck your fake homies, they snitchin’, get they whole jaw gone
(chorus)
when baby v bounced out, i’m posted on the corner, two glocks c-cked, no runnin’
lil’ blood spillin’ on the asphalt, b-tch screamed stop, i kept dumpin’
walk the block steady with a black draco, no mercy in this function
took a n-gga for his rollie, speed too fast, hawk we huntin’
six blocks on the map, we slide all night, pop out two pipes, bring your b-tton
these n-ggas mad, i’m stackin’ my bag, chase ’em down like why the f-ck you runnin’
fully loadеd on the back, tap twice, we givе out h-ll, lil’ dude we huntin’
f-ck ’em up, i’m up, lil’ 30 on the nine, lil’ chad keep on runnin’
(verse 1)
young and reckless, hop out with two glocks, i blast foreal
f-ck a fake opp, pop his ass, no time to kneel
f-ck a b-tch switchin’ sides, i sn-tch her, then i peel
draco on my lap, spray his chest, make his ass feel
f-ck his little clique, i leave ’em all in pain
f-ck his fake chain, melt that sh-t down in the rain
f-ck your hood, f-ck your set, f-ck your whole domain
chase the opps down, pop shots, leave ’em in the lane
f-ck a warning, f-ck a truce, i’m claimin’ all my sh-t
f-ck your instagram flex, i leave the body in a pit
f-ck a snitch talkin’, i let that fn spit
catch him sleepin’, spray him, lil’ n-gga never lit
f-ck your funeral, i don’t care who mourn
f-ck the cops, f-ck the da, i don’t give a h-rn
f-ck the sirens, ride clean, we storm
chase the opps all night, leave ’em battered and torn
(chorus)
when baby v bounced out, i’m posted on the corner, two glocks c-cked, no runnin’
lil’ blood spillin’ on the asphalt, b-tch screamed stop, i kept dumpin’
walk the block steady with a black draco, no mercy in this function
took a n-gga for his rollie, speed too fast, hawk we huntin’
six blocks on the map, we slide all night, pop out two pipes, bring your b-tton
these n-ggas mad, i’m stackin’ my bag, chase ’em down like why the f-ck you runnin’
fully loaded on the back, tap twice, we give out h-ll, lil’ dude we huntin’
f-ck ’em up, i’m up, lil’ 30 on the nine, lil’ chad keep on runnin’
(verse 2)
spin that draco four times, then we spin ourselves
f-ck your little crew, leave ’em cryin’ on the shelf
lil’ lo hot, i blast him in the whip, f-ck his health
pop a perc, clap him up, trade my gen, f-ck your wealth
run up three deep, popped three tens, f-ck your clan
f-ck your street, f-ck your hood, we don’t give a d-mn
chop out, break bones, leave him f-cked up, f-ck the plan
watch him die, still grinnin’, that’s the life i am
clap an opp, then do it again, f-ck remorse
six shots to the chin, leave him dead off course
we took ls, still gon’ win, f-ck the loss
concrete jungle, we reign, breakin’ every law
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