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letra de 41 buckets - bloodie & dudeylo

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[intro]
bow, bow, bow, n-gga
where the f-ck is he goin’?
c’mere, ahh, ahh
where the f-ck is he goin’?
(yo, lucas, ya heard?)
he right there
(ayo, eli, what the f-ck?)
ahh, ahh

[chorus: dudeylo]
what the f-ck is a 4100? (like, what?)
brodie lacked, and caught 41 buckets
talk on the gram, but in person, they runnin’ (c’mere)
du—dudeylo, n-ggas know how i’m bummin’ (ahh, ahh)
let’s play ball, who tryna hoop? (like, who?)
watch how we hop out this four door coupe (like, what?)
spin away, look what happened to woo?
ek tried to troll, but, what happened to you? (like, what?)

[verse 1: dudeylo & bloodie]
i’m with bro tryna blow somethin’ up
overk!ll, tryna throw somethin’ up
ne—new opp tryna roll somethin’ up
lil kr a b-tch, bro was foldin’ him up
he must’ve forgot that’s a fact
but i catch ek that’s a pack, n-gga
like, how you smokin’ my dad? (c’mere)
like your pops had been in a pack, n-gga
you and your sister got tagged
it’s been a few years and you still ain’t get back
wait, how many times you did bad?
how many n-ggas ya bm let clap? (n-gga, ahh, ahh)
[verse 2: bloodie]
ek know what’s up (n-gga, what?)
usin’ my gun everytime that we bump
his bm a bum, kidnap his daughter for fun
hold his kid till he pay us them funds
you payin’ or what?
we already know that you dumb
you had a kid with a mutt, she gon’ grow up a sl-t
imagine if he had him a son, he’d probably be in a blunt
his father a punk, my wrist shine bright like the sun
anywhere that i go bring the gun
i dare him to run, free swindle still bang on the thumb
all them flights get cancelled for the month
say, “frrah”, then get cut
i know them real n-ggas b-tt, .30 if we see us the cuzz
free shaun, free chubz
kal caught one to the gut
sha gz ran on his mud, woo in my blunt

[verse 3: dudeylo & bloodie]
lil’ bro tryna put ’em in critical (c’mere)
lil ish 15, he in middle school
he caught a hit on that block, it’s a miracle
totin’ jerry, like, bro, i ain’t hearin’ you
tryna go to that block and get even
wait, i told bro, “shoot up, it’s the weekend”
first drill, word to bro, i was feenin’
took two o’s, two poles, tryna steam ’em
ahh, told a b-tch, “tryna climb in that ladder”
caught a shot, sh-t exploded his bladder (ahh)
throw a shot, watch ’em gather and gather
think about ‘dot, i get madder and madder
try to run, but these bullets chase after
he think he fast, but they faster and faster
bro caught 3, tryna show he a catcher
caught a body, then laugh right after
[chorus: dudeylo & bloodie]
what the f-ck is a 4100? (like, what?)
brodie lacked and caught 41 buckets
talk on the gram, but in person, they runnin’ (like, what?)
du—dudeylo, n-ggas know how i’m bummin’
let’s play ball, who tryna hoop? (like, who?)
watch how we hop out this four door coupe (like, what?)
spin away, look what happened to woo?
ek tried to troll, but, what happened to you?
ek know what’s up
usin’ my gun everytime that we bump
his bm a bum, kidnap his daughter for fun
hold his kid till he pay us them funds
you payin’ or what?
we already know that you dumb
you had a kid with a mutt, she gon’ grow up a sl-t
imagine if he had him a son, he’d probably be in a blunt
his father a pu—

- bloodie dudeylo

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