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letra de flashbacks - booter bee

[verse 1]
opps don’t ride, they got chat for days
opp block, i don’t need no maps or waze
fling me my bally and my handy
guarantee i slap thе whole clip into the alley
see thеse roads ain’t a game, if you slip, you’re dead up
bro got a seven, told him keep his head up
gr got a bird, m got a bird
little bro’s got life, i swear this road sh-t hurts
i guess you live and learn
he weren’t sticking to the code so the bridge got burned
i slapped off the dotty and that pr-ck got burned
i don’t rush anything, i wait my turn

[chorus]
i close my eyes, i keep get thoughts about letting waps go
any little chance, they’re tryna hit me with an asbo
any little drop, i’m tryna fill ’em up with bells
i remember prison screws run into my cell
i beat attempted murders, walked out the jail
i just stabbed another opp, i couldn’t help myself
now i’m p-ssed, they got me back on the wing
i know every gang member heard about me slapping my ting
[verse 2]
i crept up, slapped him on the sly
he ain’t no shooter, he been slapping in the sky
i remember cold days, trapping in the night
now we break down the brizzy, make the whole ends fly
me and bro too busy giving samps out
i got it on my own, not a handout
when it’s time to buy waps, i’m bringing bands out
free the guys, i can’t wait until the gang’s out
i asked god to wipe the dirt off my hands
f-ck the crown prosecution that birded the gang
free the guys, you know i’m missing ’em heavily
i know they’re p-ssed off, we turned the opps into memories

- booter bee

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