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letra de no cappin - blocka

[verse]
jakes had the bando booming
twenty packs in the trap, we’ve got food in
and now p-ssy, who you fooling?
talk about food, you’ve got food that you’re consuming
ask my bro a, i put t–th in the strap
we did a madness and they ain’t beefing us back
most guys shot pebs to the fiends and the cats
but we only move weight and my homie gets cash
trap addict, i’m a cash addict
i’ve got crack addicts, i’ve got mad habits
i’ll be spending all this money on some tt
collect the grub and send it home like e.t
nah sh-t ain’t ever what it seems
cah on a bummy day i’ve still got money in my jeans
in the trap with the fiends everything’s diffеrent
if you’re wanting something i can gеt it in an instant
and baby girl you’ve gotta stop acting
ring a1 and i’ll tell him “bring the packs in”
range rove whipping, pebs in the kitchen
only finish beef with our good friend smithon
in the dinger changing up the plates
high speed, back roads, blowing off a chase
i had twenty on my wrist, man i’m taking the p-ss
i make it look easy, just the way i live
in the fiends yard surrounded by some crack smoke
doing up mileage on a back road
yo this cali’s kinda loud you know, man’s loving it
see me with my stick, not my b-tch, and i’m hugging it
see me with some hittas up in brum town
that’s my k!llers in the streets, hear them gun sounds
nights in the t, we don’t f-ck around
come down, another mummy crying cah her son’s down
hopping in the streets, no playground, stay down
get l!cked with a bally and a trey pound
they say that i’m different from before, i’m doing me now
lot of sh-t has changed from the £10 weed rounds
don’t get me wrong, you know i’m still broke
i ain’t into chatting sh-t like these b-tches, take notes
i’m the type to show respect and still bang it at your dome
how these opps running off and now they never slip alone?
smoking on this high grade
i was stuck up in the trap and the loud got me sideways
i kicked her out cause of mind games
had to show these little b-tches how we play when the 9 sprays
big zoobie gets blazed like we’re arsonists
started giving out meds like a pharmacist
hundred packs in the trap, who the hardest is?
i might shot you a box just for half the sh-t
stopped pebbling white cah i’m k!lling cats
started pushing out loud in that sh-tty grass
half a box gets pushed on the daily
i’ve been in love with the money since a baby
my guy ickz gone down for a burner
they got lucky cause it would’ve been a murder
they love to talk about trap when they work uh
he ain’t passed no test, he’s a learner
had to leave my nine-to-five, i wanna be a boss
used to watch my older g’s flip a key of rock
what you know about whipping and it doesn’t lock?
just lost a load of p and that’s another loss
in the rs3, let it pop and bang
food gets stretched up in dots and grams
got addicted to the paper when i made a grand
now i’m out everyday tryna chase the bands

- blocka

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