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letra de sticks - backstreet tk

[chorus]
diss me in yo song you must be high
pull up on a opp up the glock and let em fly
police on our d-ck cuz we screamin f-ck the 6
pending charges for them sticks but they won’t stick
if i sw-ng then i won’t miss
diss me in yo song you must be high
pull up on a opp up the glock and let em fly
police on our d-ck cuz we screamin f-ck the 6
pending charges for them sticks but they won’t stick
if i sw-ng then i won’t miss
[verse 1]
see im a young n-gga but i can call the blitz
but why do that when im an expert with that stick
pull up bangin til he hit
breezo shoot that glock like it got a switch
get off my d-ck before you make that f-ckin list
lil bruh get dangerous with that b-tch
like a park i love to sw-ng and love to slide
but them n-ggas they’ll never come outside
all them n-ggas go inside but ima seek until we meet
catch his ass then delete
put his ass on tv when he see me
ain’t no runnin from no gun ima hunt him
this drac got more kick then a m-th-f-ckin punter
im in love with them pesos
stop the car let me out free ksoo
all you here come here everytime i up this draco (come here boy)
man down catch his ass lackin with his pants down
its a closed casket cuz them n-ggas ran down
tell them crackas i don’t do sh-t im just a f-ckin rapper
why they want me captured? its prolly cuz them dead b-st-rds

[chorus]
diss me in yo song you must be high
pull up on a opp up the glock and let em fly
police on our d-ck cuz we screamin f-ck the 6
pending charges for them sticks but they won’t stick
if i sw-ng then i won’t miss
diss me in yo song you must be high
pull up on a opp up the glock and let em fly
police on our d-ck cuz we screamin f-ck the 6
pending charges for them sticks but they won’t stick
if i sw-ng then i won’t miss
[verse 2]
f-ck f-ck a n-gga
hop out let me touch a n-gga
clean up the scene that flash comin out that cutta n-gga
them monkeys ain’t gon sw-ng for you need to get out that jungle n-gga
i call a blitz and i don’t even need no huddle n-gga
this ratchet i’ll blast it
i ain’t gotta pass it b-tch
dissappear that’s magic
that’s gon be tragic
now lets see who’s the fastest
run him down with the bl!ck
i won’t miss he get hit
noface stand over jit
put that metal to his head like a taper
put his ass to sleep but he can’t wake up shoot up close just like a layup
if them n-ggas broke that’s prolly why they hate us
if they beef they gotta pay us
catch him at that red light and f-ck his face up

- backstreet tk

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