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letra de dead opps testament - big azrael

[intro]

(808 melo made this one)
ayy, ayy
ahh, ahh

[chorus]
run up on me, get your sh-t splattered (boom)
ain’t no talkin’, we pull up with big ladders (brr)
hollow tips turn his dome into pink matter (grr)
ain’t no mercy, we slaughter, it’s real tragic (facts)
f-ck that n-gga, he ain’t comin’ back
put his ass in a pack, now he smoke out the sack (baow)
red beam on his head like a target attached
leave his face in the dirt, ain’t no heart in my chest (nah)
ayy, b-tch, i been on demon time
hunt a n-gga down like a lion in the wild (grr)
catch his ass lackin’, he ain’t get to make a sound
big glock on my hip, make a b-tch n-gga bow (boom, boom)

[verse]
b-tch, keep talkin’, i’ma spin where you stay
ain’t no runnin’, when i up it, i’ma let that b-tch spray (facts)
caught his ass lackin’, left his brains on display (baow)
too many dead opps, got me high every day (b-tch)
i ain’t squashin’ no beef, keep a drum like a band (grr)
let it off, make his whole body spin like a fan (brr)
n-ggas talk tough, but they really just fans (p-ssy)
when i see ’em, they fold up, i don’t understand (nah)
f-ck his dead homies, we gon’ p-ss on they grave (f-ck ’em)
every shot that i send, i ain’t missin’ no strays (boom)
b-tch-ass n-gga tried to reach, now he lay
turn a f-ck n-gga ghost, now he hauntin’ the gang (grr, baow)
[bridge]
ayy, ayy, ain’t no cappin’ in my raps (nah)
shot him in his sh-t, had to leave his body flat (boom)
f-ck the other side, all them n-ggas gettin’ whacked (brr)
pull up with them switches, leave his face up in his lap (grr, grr)

[outro]
ayy, ayy
we ain’t playin’ wit’ these n-ggas
f-ck ’em all, n-gga, we stand on business
grr, baow!

- big azrael

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