letra de freestyle (blockworktv performance) - blockwork
[chorus]:
like woah, you not a shooter, you tell with ya bro
you got shot by a dyk-, you told
red dot, green dot, right on his nose
and noah got beat like ali
i ain’t passing this blunt, you don’t smoke who i smoke
real percs can’t go out like dotty
n-gga, shhh, got left in the lobby
spin through that sh-t with my hand on my fan
you not tough you don’t do what you say
why these n-ggas tryna play with my fame
spinning and spinning, i know where he lay
[verse 1]:
reverse the v just to look at his face
no attempts, i want ‘em dead
headtap gang, now he holding his head
and i’m bumping my sh-t while i’m spinning through jeff
n-gga pass me the hooka, we do em like heff
run up on mе and you can get left
like glah, likе glah, i got this 30 i’m feeling like steph
and these b-tches be keeying my sh-t
tint the v, you can’t see in my sh-t
i shoot, dre gon shoot
100 shots, my brother go kuu
she a baddie, she hang out the sunroof
i got bread, i could buy her some bundles
touch mine, you gon see what this gun do
throw the beam in this b-tch, ima knock off her frontal
like, 800k, got a switch with glock
ima shoot through the gate
if i catch lil nesty, i do em like wayne
n-ggas broke, they be sharing chains (like, like)
n-gga, yus got shot in his ass
free the gunnaz, i’m looking for stunna
two drums in the v, b-tch i ride with a hunnid
can’t lack, no way, you buggin
[?] wade, that’s my brother, i love him
free my brothers that’s locked in that cell
rundown, smokey, dolo, [?]
and you know i can’t forget the rest
at at, banga, stretch
and i know what i did and i know what i said
got some n-ggas, i love em to death
cl!ckin’ and cl!ckin’, i think i went deaf (like)
free pooda, my n-gga, i miss you
too official, he blow like a whistle
ankle breaker, he shoot off the dribble
he got aim, like wick, won’t miss you
he not tough, he just off of a pill
you just a rapper, you don’t even drill
none of the sh-t you be saying is real
i’m the reason that you got that deal
n-gga got stretched, no yoga
last opp got popped, no soda
she actin’ bad and i don’t even know her
see her s-xy, like ima bend that ass over
big ebk, i don’t know who is you
you a dummy, the knock in ya shoe?
that sh-t in my pocket, i’m ready to shoot
rule number one, like
gotta stay with ya gun, like
glah, glah, glah
you not my b-tch, i just wanna get down
off the lotti, i think that i’m laced
if i miss, then i’m spinning around
chase down gang, he get shot in his face
f-ck ya ex, man that n-gga a clown
talk on the net, he can’t say to my face
(if you don’t like me, just stay in ya lane)
(if i like it, i’m taking his chain)
(you a b-tch what you do for the gang)
(bust down rollie, can’t do plain)
he could get beat no gang
pull out a hunnid, i came out the bank
no liquor, i’m sipping on drink
i’m balling hard, i’m a beast in the paint
glock, aim for his chin
no l’s, go for the win
perc 30 or a 10
pray to god cause i know that i sin
need a feature? yeah, i’m charging like ten
b-tch
[chorus]:
like woah, you not a shooter, you tell with ya bro
you got shot by a dyk-, you told
red dot, green dot, right on his nose
and noah got beat like ali
i ain’t passing this blunt, you don’t smoke who i smoke
real percs can’t go out like dotty
n-gga, shhh, got left in the lobby
spin through that sh-t with my hand on my fan
you not tough you don’t do what you say
why these n-ggas tryna play with my fame
spinning and spinning, i know where he lay
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