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letra de every o shot - bando gz

[chorus]
n-gga, we really die o’s, yellow got smoked
catch ek, then i’m yellin’ out noah
make it hot on they block though, wit’ my vatos
body punchin’ like rockabye boa
any spot, know the chop go
spot a opp though, they keep shootin’ till’ his body blow up
give a f-ck bout’ the opp hoes
[?], free the “shh”, i can’t wait till’ we go up

[verse 1]
all the opps p-ssy, and never on sh-t
gunna wit’ me, stay totin’ a bl!ck
hop out the v, we too deep on a hit
no rеmorse, we gon’ boom out the whip
slidе through his p’s, tryna see what he on
like wassup, why you cap in ya songs?
talkin’ on bro, now he can’t sing along
buncha pistols, that n-gga is gone
i don’t fail, cause we totin’ the chop
but just run up on me, and you know i’ma boom
mr. don’t got the pole, he get hopped
call up reemo, you know he gon’ clear out the room
free the guys, left the 4 in a box
spot a o, and you know he end up on the news
[?], cause he talk on my block
f-ck the rey and the hill, and it’s f-ck all the goons
[verse 2]
how ya’ll mad cuz the tz really different?
f-ck the cap, ya’ll don’t rap what ya’ll livin’
bro keep a glock, and i told him keep cl!ckin’
shoot his b-tch, we ain’t leavin’ no witness
park up the v, walk up, ain’t no missin’
dthang wit’ me, like jordan and pippin’
(dthang wit’ me, like jordan and pippin’)

- bando gz

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