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letra de a to c - bandhunta izzy, g perico & steelz

[verse 1: bandhunta izzy]
keep it lowkey, f-ck with me, i f-ck with you, you stuck with me
i can’t even hear my thoughts, how loud this b-tch keep suckin’ me
we skip that letter, a to c, my n-ggas crip, that’s how it be
i don’t know them n-ggas that’s tellin’ them n-ggas they tough, but please don’t play with me
want beef? okay with me, that smoke, that sh-t be free
my young n-ggas on go for the 2-0, i’ma just pay the fee
i know these n-ggas heard of me, from forest heights, up lmg
i don’t move around with a lot of n-ggas, if i shoot some sh-t, might tell on me
just put that head on me, that p-ssy ain’t nothin’, b-tch
they hate my goons all in the part, they say we on some other sh-t
forty-cal, tuckin’ it, policе come, run with it
hit your mans all in the head, wе talkin’, b-tch, we done with it
“izzy on some hot sh-t, izzy on some opp sh-t”
nah, b-tch, you f-ckin’ with them n-ggas i don’t rock with
y’all be on some cop sh-t, tell them boys we shootin’ first
dissed his homie in a song, whole time, that boy knew the verse
you wanna f-ck with me, hit the road with me? i got the bale
you want a quarter key, you want a quarter p? i got the scale
i can’t work with y’all, he too lazy, movin’ like a snail
brodie just got home, he on n-ggas’ ass like he in jail
left wrist, vvses, n-ggas cap, mitch-ll nesses
milli’ step, please don’t test this, ass fat, she from texas
n-ggas don’t play with me ’cause n-ggas know this sh-t ain’t fake, my boy
hoppin’ out with dracs, i wanna see how this b-tch shake my boy
let me hit it next, i’m tryna see how that b-tch shake, my boy
we both had hit it raw, so please don’t tell me that b-tch late, my boy
nasty, i don’t know what these b-tches thought, but please don’t put it past me
ass cheek, one hand, the left one, on the track please
[interlude: g perico]
what’s happenin’, though?
g perico, bandhunta izzy
third-letter bangers, know what i’m sayin’?
keep one in the chamber, danger

[verse 2: g perico]
biggie smalls versace shades coverin’ up my eyelids
in the streets it ain’t no peace, ’cause all my city know is violence
we gon’ take ’em on a chase if the police get behind us
outta town they call ’em 12, in la they call ’em johnny
what make n-ggas get they act right? flatline
leave your cell phone at home ’cause it be pingin’ off the satellite
baby make my toes curl, i like the way she suck my d-ck
if i got a use a rubber, then i’m probably not gon’ hit
nasty, i was blowin’ kisses when i caught the b-tch in traffic
she was sendin’ texts like, “g, let me have it”
i ain’t gotta say it, you already know i’m ratchet
when it come to this crip sh-t, b-tch, i’m a classic

- bandhunta izzy g perico steelz

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