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letra de not a drill - back of the class (botc)

[intro: zach hurth, back of the class, & enphamus]
jackin’ for beats, powered by back of the class
y’all know who i am, i’m your host, zach hurth
we just touched down in atlanta, y’all know we had to link with enphamus
enphamus, what’s up?
powered by back of the class
mafia
ayy, turn that sh-t up a lil’ bit
uh huh, lil’ bit more
alright
look

[verse: enphamus]
he buyin’ that ho jewelry just for her to take off in my ‘telly
any b-tch who looked at me and quez, done bust one on her belly
this sh-t ain’t a wap, gon’ lose a eye if you play wit’ my fetty
havin’ sh-t for real, yo’ pockets dry just like some school spaghetti
i just bought some rick owens
forty-three, my b-tch tote it
i ain’t sh-t, my b-tch know it
a hunnid’ k, i been blowed it
a hunnid’ k, i ran through it
shipped the d-ck, she ran to it
’cause any b-tch you name lit in thе city, my gang ran through her
pop another one, that sh-t ain’t strong еnough, uh-uh
pour another [?], b-tch, you ain’t drunk enough, uh-uh
‘den turn it up, the club ain’t crunk enough, uh-uh
you ain’t high enough, b-tch, take another puff, uh-uh
chase the casamigos with some beer, she the d-mn devil
i’m on dt block all by my lonely wit’ my d-mn shovel
motherf-ck a grammy, this for beggars from the d-mn gutter
we ain’t have a f-ckin’ pot to p-ss, but b-tch, we had each other
in a scat, a bad b-tch in my passenger, her legs open
anything to keep her on her knees like her leg broken
i hit everything inside the whip, i spin in slow motion
you ain’t spin mine, so i’ma f-ck whatever b-tch goin’
b-tch, stop all that tip-l!ckin’ and eat the whole d-ck
b-tch been heartin’ all my stories, she ain’t seen my whole fit
smoke a p-ssy n-gga, boof, clutchin’ that rusty old stick
hit his eye like uncle ruckus with this rusty old stick
yeah, money made me look different
money made me f-ck different
money made me buck different, i hit switches at ten n-ggas
money made me think different
money made me eat different
money made the beef different, sh-t, money made my t–th different
bling
[verse 2: quez2rr]
b-tch gon’ eat this d-ck, on zach, it ain’t no toppin’ this
no c-cky sh-t, but b-tch, my hands be lethal, i be knockin’ sh-t
five percent, they couldn’t even peep at me, i hopped out droppin’ sh-t
goyard bag look smooth, but just play cool, ’cause it’s a glock in this
ain’t stackin’ out, we slide 5.56 and this b-tch crackin’ spine
lose a fine, finally keep a loser, sweeper sweepin’ mine
on demon time, i hop out slammin’ sh-t like my name james lebron
step on sh-t like you got served, my opps call me omarion
the biggest fish, stop all that fake love ‘fore you get split in here
nines time outta’ ten, she ain’t on s-x, and she got hit in here
think i’m payin’ bills, she must be smokin’ d-ck or drinkin’ beer
this a one man army, i’ma clap until i’m in the clear
clear ’em out, might eat this opp ho p-ssy for your whereabouts
n-gga k!llin’ sh-t but he lost cool points ’cause he tellin’ now
ain’t sellin’ out, drop these bags right now, they spillin’ million out
and had got booked for some switches, gave me bond, and let a felon out

[outro: zach hurth]
ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo
fraud, cut!

- back of the class botc

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