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letra de no fakin' continuation - bgd.trapstarr

pull up and we shootin’ sh-t
glock 22 came with a d-ck
stain your ass, we lootin’ sh-t
you lookin like, a whole d-mn b-tch
ar hold a hundred rounds, glock 22 got a 30 clip
come up round my section lay your ass flat like your ass done slipped
b-tch i’m with the gang and we coolin’ ain’t no drama b-tch, but if you want the beef i f-ckin’ hit you with that llama b-tch
really bout that action, ain’t no lackin’, ain’t no cappin b-tch, and if you don’t believe me i’m gon’ hit you with that static b-tch
y’all n-ggas ain’t hard, hollywood, steady actin’ b-tch, but i don’t just spit bars, i’m really out here f-ckin’ blastin’ sh-t
flash your thang at me i pull mine out and get to clappin’ sh-t, knowin’ you won’t blast, i’m knowin’ that you steady cappin’ b-tch
drum up in this hoe, that’s way bigger than extended clip
ice up round my neck, ain’t no fake sh-t this that frozen drip
careful lil’ n-gga, drippin’ so hard that you might just slip
12 gauge in the trunk and that hoe got a forward grip
y’all n-ggas is weird, y’all n-ggas ain’t no friends to mе, if you ain’t with the gang then i view you as an еnemy
i’m a real k!ller i don’t need no godd-mn hennessey
do ballet with the glock, b-tch i do this sh-t so gracefully
full of f-ckin’ rage so i shoot this sh-t so hatefully
p-ssy n-ggas really scared so they won’t even aim at me
i’m stupid with the glock, b-tch i blow this hoe so brainlessly

trapstarr
look
i pull up with extended glock
d-ck in my pants
that ain’t my c-ck
but boy that glock it make you drop
30 round d-ck make your whole gang flop
5 to your dome make your heart f-ckin’ stop
bithc me and the gang been posted in the f-ckin’ streets
trappin’ hard robbin’ doin whatever for somethin’ to eat
n-gga if you know me you know i ain’t acceptin’ no defeat
so lil’ p-ssy boy
if you got a problem we can meet
b-tch i really been savage
swear i been about that life
k!ll you with whatever
bare hands glock or even with a knife
n-gga don’t come round me with that nonsense that’s testin’ your fate
swear to god masked n-ggas pull up and leave you at h-ll’s gate
sh-t i’m doin in these streets make me question my mental state
b-tch i been feedin’ you so keep your eyes up off my plate
glad i wasn’t rich so i can be the man i am today
tellin’ you by any means i will be that’s all i’m finna say
swear imma grind hard i ain’t just gon’ sit around and hope and pray
imma get to that bag and make sure that my budget stay
if you try and stop the grind you bet your ass that i’m gon’ spray
if you come up up the pole i swear you won’t see another day
cause trapstarr don’t play lil’ boy you know he keep a f-ckin’ k
boy i ain’t never hidin’ you know where i be f-ckin’ stayin’
if you come walkin’ up on hoover leave you where you lay
i be straight droolin’ over poles but i ain’t speakin’ nothin’ g-y
y’all be cryin’ over hoes only thing i’m on is pay
look
trapstarr

- bgd trapstarr

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