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letra de free sumo - babysolid

free sumo lyrics
ain’t sending no message, ain’t givin no heads up
im in the traphouse, rollin up dead stuff
diss on my brother, you wan be a dead guy
pull up we making sh-t clap, like a high five
i need some sp-ce, like a mf jedi
junkies lined up, cuz they tryna get redeye
picked up the plug, he dont got no supply
babylife sh-t ain’t a vamp, then you die
these n-ggas tellin, so i needa redtrack
we on they head, like a mf snapback
im in the field, and the stick got some kickback
all my opps dead, so they can’t get no get back
i get my 50, so this sh-t lookin mismatched
pull up onna opp like that boy got a six pack
we walk yo ass down, we gon skrt offa h-llcat
foenem might push up on you will that k!lltec
feelin like melly, murder on my mind
free sumo, cuz my boy doin time
come to the backend, whole lotta iron
come to the opp block, whole lotta dyin
come to funerals, whole lotta cryin
boy you a b-tch, you ain’t doin no slimin
i get that n-gga head, if you playin wit mine
flashin the stick, like a n-gga went blind
grr, grr
you know we gunnin
that n-gga switched up, cuz my stick hold 100
we pull up 6 feet, like dj drama
that boy hit the feet, why the f-ck is you runnin?
i can’t fall off, h-ll na im not clumsy
can’t crash out, h-ll na im no dummy
hot ass bullets, we slide when its sunny
that n-gga not gang, he ain’t gettin no money
its not my problem wether im mad as f-ck
f-ck it!
double-o stick cuz my n-gga tryna scuff sum
police ask me, then a n-gga dont know a nun
slide on the opps, we rushin like homerun
come to the block, you ain’t got no gun
take one phone call, then yo ass is done
im smokin on dead opps under the sun
k!ll yo whole block, ain’t leavin no witness
and yo ass get stretched, like a n-gga do fitness
(?)
.45 bullets them n-ggas got swiftness
no lfc, im standin on business
red green dots, make it look like christmas
and the work spread fast, like a mf sickness
if you hear my name, just know im wit it
babysolid
you know my name go fa fa fa
you know my gang, straight dot dot’ers
pull up and k!ll yo top shotta
my n-ggas they known to start problems
no nle, we got choppas
we got them sticks,can’t talk proper
hang out the window, like shoppers
still runnin from 12, duck helicopters
when i be drillin, she want me to make time
free all the guys, we ain’t droppin no dimes
octo the on the beat, like im optomus prime
i gotta stay ducked, cuz a n-gga do crime
that b-tch let me f-ck, cuz i know how to rhyme
when kilo pull up man they run and they hide
(?) can’t f-ck w k.i
can’t hang wit they bay you get sent to the sky
(?) long as f-ck
h-ll na n-gga, ion give no f-ck
real vampire, got blood in my cup
k!ll all my opps only way im up
(?) n-gga dont walk up
ain’t tryna be yo friend, n-gga dont dap up
you know it ain’t safe, when we got mean mug
somebody better call dem 911
one on one w the cops, bandgang got drums
smoked all the opps, turned up 2 drums
they better have them a plan or sum
they better have them some guns im good
dumb ass n-gga, we got tums im turnt
and nah man, im never gon run
and i ain’t a b-tch, so im havin a son
young n-gga, they goin dumb

- babysolid

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