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letra de startin’ shit - bak jay

[intro]
what is you startin’ sh-t for?
(tuned up)
n-ggas ain’t blowin’ they pipes, wanna be in the beef
what the f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?
(ayo sheff)
f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?
mm, ayy, come on, on god
mm

[chorus]
mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
what is you startin’ sh-t for? (startin’ sh-t for)
n-ggas ain’t blowin’ they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the f-ck
is you startin’ sh-t for? (what the f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?)
he wanna be on the ‘net, we aim for his neck
get stretched, we ain’t makin’ the post
got this gun off my cousin, you know it’s a ghost
‘nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (know we gotta toast)

[verse 1]
bro hit my phone, i’m tryna mask up
but f-ck, i know i can’t do that no more
this b-tch trim, she talkin’ ’bout buckets
she pluckin’, i f-ck around, shoot at this ho
got the k!llers on deck, i’m all on a jet, lookin’
flyer than a b-tch, tryna go coast to coast
she be ridin’ the d-ck, she gon’ ride like a boat
got like twenty-somethin’ ounces stuffed all in my coat
in la with lil yay, gettin’ high off gumbo
n-gga play, i’ma spray, i just let the b-tch blow
my lil’ ho wanna play, so i let the b-tch go
take a trip with the arp backdoor
lil’ bro chop sh-t like g.i. joe
all this ice on my wrist, sh-t freeze, too cold
how did you snitch? ’cause the sh-t that you told
n-ggas actin’ like they wasn’t pickin’ the role
[chorus]
mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
what is you startin’ sh-t for? (startin’ sh-t for)
n-ggas ain’t blowin’ they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the f-ck
is you startin’ sh-t for? (what the f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?)
he wanna be on the ‘net, we aim for his neck, get stretched
we ain’t makin’ the post (we ain’t makin’ the post)
got this gun off my cousin, you know it’s a ghost
‘nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (know we gotta toast)

[verse 2]
mama be missin’ her son, i do this for you
gettin’ rich, need to call you some more
whatever you need, tryna get you a million
you don’t got motion, we don’t need no dealer
i was known how i speak when i first started drillin’
bro, don’t pass me the keys, tryna blow out the ceiling
we be ridin’ in v’s, every v got a villain
n-gga buckin’ at me, who the f-ck is he feelin’?
like, lil’ bro took a left, so i had to bust a right
get away from the laws, every car is a strike
they be takin’ your sh-t like a thief in the night
give a f-ck if it’s red, don’t get parked at the light
if you ’bout cash, then you my type
tell her, “count up the racks,” then give her the pipe
know you my b-tch, get whatever you like
want a trip to jamaica, i get her the flight
[chorus]
mm, mm, mm, ayy, ayy
what is you startin’ sh-t for?
n-ggas ain’t blowin’ they pipes, wanna be in the beef, what the f-ck
is you startin’ sh-t for? (what the f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?)
he wanna be on the ‘net, we aim for his neck
get stretched, we ain’t makin’ the post
got this gun off my cousin, you know it’s a ghost
‘nother opp in the air, you know we gotta toast (know we gotta toast)

[outro]
know we gotta toast
mm, mm, mm, mm
f-ck is you startin’ sh-t for?
you ain’t sayin’ nothin’
mm, n-gga
on god

- bak jay

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