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letra de can’t go like that” - bloodhound lil jeff, kid reckz & lil scoom89

[intro: bloodhound lil jeff]
yeah… (yeah)
y’all know how the f-ck we comin’
still ain’t safe out here, n-gga (still ain’t safe, f-ck)
can’t go out like no b-tch, not me (never that)
f-ck yo’ dead homies too, p-ssy (on god)
let’s get it (grrt, boom)

[verse 1: bloodhound lil jeff]
i can’t go like that, nah, i can’t fold, won’t die with my gun on my lap (b-tch)
tryna beef with the mob, now he missin’, his dumb ass got turned to a pack (he gone)
b-tch, i’m outside daily with k!llers, don’t ask if i’m strapped, of course i am (duh)
switch on the glock make it jerk like a b-tch when i’m hittin’, that sh-t go blam-blam (brrrrah)
i don’t f-ck with the opps, they broke, they snitch, they ride in a dodge like dorks (goofy)
we spin in rentals with out-of-statе tags, tryna make lil’ bro a corpse (boom)
talkin’ ’bout pressurе? i’m the source
caught dude lackin’ at the court, stomped him out, left blood on the floor (stomped his ass)
he a b-tch, he ran with his pole (b-tch-ass), still died tryna get through the door (p-ssy)

[verse 2: kid reckz]
look, i can’t go like them, f-ck that, i’m blowin’ first, i ain’t givin’ no pass (never)
he was tweakin’ off pills, got caught at the light, now his dumb ass under the grass (boom)
i was posted with vultures and demons, we really be creepin’ with sticks in our bags (creepin’)
told my shorty, “if i die, spin back same night, do them boys bad” (do ’em bad)
lil’ bro off a x, tryna slide with a smile, he laughin’ while lettin’ it bang (brrt)
pop two n-ggas, then went to a party—he turned up like ain’t nothin’ changed (he wild)
i don’t dance, i step with a flame
i don’t tweet, i up and i aim
i don’t do no back and forth, get back game
shoot his ass in his chest, now he can’t hang (dumbass)
[verse 3: lil scoom89]
(yeah, look)
can’t go like that, h-ll nah, f-ck that (f-ck that)
glock with a switch, b-tch sound like a drum, this b-tch go rat-tat-tat (grrrah)
if i go, i’m takin’ a few, that’s facts (facts)
ain’t no talkin’, just aim at his hat
lil’ bro put him down, no cap, i laughed
caught his ass slippin’, he died with a stash (gone)
b-tch, i’m a shooter and stealer, a real one
don’t give a f-ck ‘bout a chain or your millions
you better duck when we spin through your buildin’
hop out the van like we huntin’ civilians (blrrt, boom)
scoom never ducked sh-t, i duck feds
if i go broke, i’ma rob with dreads (for real)
if i die, better slide ’til they dead
we put his name on a tee like threads

[outro – all together (bloodhound x kid reckz x scoom89)]
bloodhound lil jeff:
yeah, still ain’t safe, b-tch (still ain’t)
free the real, f-ck the rest
can’t go out like no goofy-ass rapper, n-gga
i go out swingin’ this stick (boom-boom-boom)

kid reckz:
n-ggas die tryin’ to tweet, i k!ll ’em tryna eat
still on feet with that heat (b-tch, boom)
lil scoom89:
say my name, better keep that strap
’cause i can’t go like that (nah)
i can’t go like that (p-ssy)
i won’t go like that! (grrrah!)

- bloodhound lil jeff kid reckz lil scoom89

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