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letra de action talk - bop tyquan

[intro]
yeah
b-tch
ayy
n-gga, i’m still thuggin’, i ain’t gon’ never stop thuggin’
still thuggin’ ’til this day
ayy

[verse]
them n-ggas ain’t gangster, man, they just cappin’ on ig
you ain’t never sold at least a ‘bow, you can’t stand by me
i dm your b-tch after i f-ck, she was like, “why me?”
you ain’t gotta look a n-gga, know i’m where that fire be
i done got the window with them dracs, don’t need a vouch for that
pillow talkin’, n-ggas’ll send bullets through your house for that
talkin’ to detectives, n-ggas lames, but you a mouse for that
n-gga came with eighteen for a ‘bow, you get an ounce for that
goofball, you focused on hoes and now your kids broke
n-gga know i spit that gangster sh-t, i give the kids hope
i ain’t gon’ lie, i had to cut some n-ggas off i slid for
tried to ruin my image, now them n-ggas call me big broke
d-ck ridin’, you my n-gga then it’s f-ck whoever, ain’t no pickin’ sides
ar in my passenger, you play, i let that stick ride
i don’t give a f-ck if they get money, i can’t switch sides
she just want my money, i can see it in that b-tch eyes
gang affiliated, nothin’ but thugs with me
i’m from memphis, you know i got nothin’ but crips and bloods with me
they don’t tote revolver, i got judge with me
i don’t do narcotics, but we trap so i got drugs with me
b-tch just tried to leave, she see i’m lit, she won’t talk now
all them n-ggas there was tough in school, n-ggas soft now
i’ve been on a paper route, you might think i’m with dolph now
every bar i spit, it come out sick, i need to cough now, let’s go
ayy, n-ggas hate on n-ggas ’cause they on what kind of sh-t is that?
bet your ho f-ck off soon as you leave, what kind of b-tch is that?
if we take your sh-t, we take your life before we give it back
catch me where the trenches at, we wherever the k!llers at
i’m the shooter, you n-ggas the victim, b-tch, we not the same
i be seein’ sh-t before it happen just like doctor strange
i ain’t tryna beef with no n-gga, i’m tryna get this change
if a p-ssy n-gga play with me, i’m tryna get his brains
the only n-gga you know state to state with hitters every place
only n-gga you know got gorillas just like bathing ape
i’m the first one with it, this sh-t stolo, b-tch, i paved the way
trappin’ made it happen, your months’ rent is what i made today
made a play, my n-gga made a k, we call it ghost gun
sorry, if your lil’ boy play with me, he’ll be a ghost son
package almost got stuck in the airport, that’s a close one
n-ggas know not to play with lil tyke, i be done smoked one, on god
b-tch, you know we g-ngb-ngin’
ayy, i walk in with my chain hangin’
a n-gga play, on bloods, i leave his brains hangin’
b-tch, that’s on my mama, what it is? let’s go

- bop tyquan

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