letra de this & that - bway yungy
[intro]
brrah
(say brando what it’s hittin’ for?)
murder
(sayin’ nothin’ like that)
yeah
[chorus]
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like this
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like that (uh)
if they spin, we gon’ spin back
put a f-ck n-gga on his back (ah, ah, ah)
hundred rounds floatin’ in the raq
my nerves bad, where you n-ggas at? (ah, ah, ah)
steady passin’ by these n-gga’s trap
they outside, we get into that (they outside, ah, ah, ah)
[verse 1]
thirteen, stolen gun with a pack
when it was a problem, we hoppin’ out, where they at? (grrah)
they shot at my brother, them n-ggas missed, they is bad
but, it ain’t no pass, the next day we on yo’ ass
stop the car, i’m hoppin’ out, just me and greg
i could’vе had two, the gun had jammed
hop back in the car and did thе dash (skrrt)
it won’t be that long until you smash, .45 glock leave him ash (huh, huh)
n-gga run up on me, “boom,” that’s his ass
all he see is the glock, n-gga, “pop, pop, pop, pop”
n-gga aimin’, why they run now?
run down on you with the mans, n-gga, “bop, bop”
[chorus]
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like this
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like that (uh)
if they spin, we gon’ spin back
put a f-ck n-gga on his back (ah, ah, ah)
hundred rounds floatin’ in the raq
my nerves bad, where you n-ggas at? (ah, ah, ah)
steady passin’ by these n-gga’s trap
they outside, we get into that (they outside, ah, ah, ah)
[verse 2]
once you in it, you ain’t know what to do with this
stop playin’ games, this ain’t the time for the foolishness
he keep him a stick like he a shooter, aim at yo’ medula
ar with the scope got a cooler kick
oh, no, all this ice on like i’ma [?]
his wrist froze, you see it bling soon as he walked in
i got my bl!ck in, hope you got yours in
don’t go to trippin’, or, we gon’ got to purgin’
they ain’t got seen nothin’ like this, too much to be fightin’
that young n-gga on his sh-t, that’s the reason they don’t like me
stuntin’ bad, got ’em mad that i talk sh-t
but, i could back it up, haha
n-gga, that’s the reason your dawg dead, smokin’ on the rasta’
catch him and let them shots off
when we catch him, it’s a man down
f-ck campin’, i’ma stand ground
[chorus]
yeah, they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like this
they ain’t sayin’ nothin’ like that (uh, uh)
if they spin, we gon’ spin back
put a f-ck n-gga on his back (ah, ah, ah)
hundred rounds floatin’ in the raq
my nerves bad, where you n-ggas at? (ah, ah, ah)
steady passin’ by these n-gga’s trap
they outside, we get into that (they outside, ah, ah, ah)
[outro]
ooh
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