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letra de gank move - big hit, hit-boy & the alchemist

[chorus]
murderer number two back on the creek
i pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n-ggas go to sleep
the 9mm caught them n-ggas in the wrong place
two weeks later, dead body found with no face

[verse 1: big hit]
i’m from the sunshine state, the bitty of roses
full of gangsters, hoes, and the stickiest doja
n-ggas throwing them bows, better be humble
busta better not stumble
ballers better not fumble
homies rumble and tumble
for your chronic and rocks
through your pockets and socks
through your whole stash spot
tip top, on lanes
sporting that brown
snakepits is down
manners bread thе town in pasadena
found out the grass is greener
evеn one time pass up the misdemeanors
recognize a bitty, infested with felons
everywhere you look, you bee them damus bailin’
up and down fair oaks like the rose parade
hit the wrong back street, end up in the grave
in woodbury, deep in the cemetery
n-gga diss pasadena get marked out and buried
t ducking these flurries, i double back, dumping harder
hugging the concrete, praying they don’t get slaughtered
n-ggas looking like, “big hit so f-cking r-t-rded”
that ain’t sh-t, wait till these b-tches get a bar of my daughter
[verse 2: hitgirllena]
wrong place, wrong time, gotta do the race
jakes on my ass, slimy n-ggas slither through a case
pulled up to a party and left ducking from them bullet rays
it ain’t ’bout a thang, left a n-gga down to shorter days
’cause i pump quick, drop sticks and make a bitty drop sh-t
100k round trips, never dropped a petty brick
on the phone to cook it quick, and that night go hit a l!ck
come back home and hit a b-tch, young and turnt and movin’ sl!ck
stunting got these b-tches sick, drop a load off inna ditch
always been the type of b-tch just to slime you inna sticks
stick a needle in yo’ pit or some clear eyes inna fix
beat a baby out a b-tch or bring a chipper for some tricks
’cause i’m a murderer
can’t put you b-tches in the mix
knock his dreads off quick, and hide you in the bricks
’cause i’m a murderer
and break a brick up into six, now it’s riches and chicks
it’s too hard for me to get
’cause i’m a murderer
don’t bring the bl!ck and think you sl!ck
n-ggas hit you wit’ some sh-t
make you sit and take a p-ss
cause i’m a murderer
b-tch, i’m flipping counterfeit
’cause bussing checks and buss a b-tch to pull up bussing four fifths
[chorus]
murderer number two back on the creek
i pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n-ggas go to sleep
the 9mm caught them n-ggas in the wrong place
two weeks later, dead body found with no face

murderer number two back on the creek
i pull my gat and squeeze it back, and n-ggas go to sleep
the 9mm caught them n-ggas in the wrong place
two weeks later, dead body found with no face

- big hit hit boy the alchemist

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