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letra de true stories - booter bee

[verse 1: booter bee]
mum rang me, said this guy’s circling my crib
now i’m going crazy plus my burner’s on my hip
let me catch him, i’ma teach this little rat a lesson
you see my opp’s main boss, i shot theirs in the melon
hanging out the side, sending shots like it’s normal
girls don’t like me, said the things i done were awful
heard about them stabbings and them slappings i did
when it’s go time, i’m the one slapping my stick
i’m the one squeezing, i’m never the driver
slap man’s wig and then snap my lyca
i promise you ain’t took as many risks as i did
i got a drop and turned the whole block to a crisis
now i’m p-ssed, the homiciders saying i’m flight risk
i just wanna fly b-tch and finish my licence
but they keep typing, it’s doing my mind in
now i’m back shooting and my broski’s driving
fell in love with waps from the day i squeezed it
shoulda shot him in his face, why the f-ck did i leave him?
now i see him in the videos, comfy with opps
h-ll break loose if i got the pumpy or the dots
pellets gonna jump out his top when i ride
you can’t go back, better start thinking bout life
i know a pagan that slipped up and died
now his own people don’t fix up and ride
[verse 2: tiny boost]
you ain’t raised a toy so you can’t raise your voice
ride or die bro, you know there really ain’t a choice
we put in work until suttin’s void
ask the whats-it-called, they’ll say i got my nine
i got k!llers in my circle, i got a whole pound to burn through
them n-ggas outside, it’s time to put ’em on a curfew
you put money on my head, they gon’ have to reimburse you
we bring hammers to the masjid, we brang ’em to the church too
i feel extra blessed
the phone will start blowing from i send out the sms
we pull up like extra reps
they couldn’t pull my card even if i let ’em check the debt
they get life for their set and get left for dead
before i die for nyash, i’d rather get left on read
i used the broom but you know that i left a mess

[verse 3: still brickin]
always presents with these cats, man think that i’m gifted
i don’t answer if the call’s restricted
three for twenty’s got these cats addicted
i ain’t leaving till this cat gets evicted
you know i build blocks for breakfast
i hit a spot and then i hand out testers
watch the line start kicking like wrestlers
watch me break down bricks, suttin like tetris
the sh-t that i been through, n0body knows
so many bricks that i broke into o’s
lord knows that i’ve taped off so many roads
and i’ve actually left holes in so many clothes
i back out my poker and watch bare man fold
and have man running like he’s usain bolt
i’m not a firefighter but i’m still pressing these hoes
diamond baguettes in the dial, now the rollie is rose

- booter bee

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