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letra de str8 facts - cashhkaam

[intro]
(ay, let that sh-t ride, tav)
jugg
ay

[chorus: jugg4monii]
don’t even get me started
walked in this b-tch with a 4-0 [?]
b-tch, i been clutchin’ that stick like a fork (gang)
i’m not a blood, i’m a 6-0 crip
big stick son me, i walk with a limp
pull up from the three and i shoot like kemp
tupac shakur, b-tch, i’m above the rim
skippy, big bad wolf, no skippy
blue scatpack, b-tch, i’m feelin’ like nipsey
i’m number four but i be in that dixie
i’m talkin’ my sh-t, lil’ b-tch, listen
223 and it’s rippin’ yo’ kidneys
pushin’ that pack, b-tch, it feel like it’s finshed
j-o-b, j-o-b, we gettin’ busy (gang)

[verse: jugg4monii & cashhkaam]
these n-ggas don’t be no shooters
hop on yo’ block and get hit with a ruger
.40 clip, [?], i’m clutchin’ a ruler
b-tch better duck or get hit in yo’ noodle
hit for a bow, now i’m thuggin’ with booda
i got a switch, it’s gon’ beef with the shooters
he tried to diss and got smoked like a hookah
freak ass b-tch, suck me up like a hoover
ay, yuh, you get slimed, i don’t care if we kin’
walked in this b-tch with a new f&n
don’t trade yo’ glock and get bucked for yo’ gen
glock .43 and it hold ’bout ten
run off on a l!ck and i’m whackin’ yo mans
he did a 4.6 when i jumped out that van
b-tch, spin again, tryna finish my plans
k4k, that’s the sh-t that i started
i’ma hop out the whip and run down on my target
yeah, that night and them months, i was clutchin’ a .40
call the draco a “dragon”, i hit it, it’s sparkin’
3.5 in my wood, this a-block
n-gga run up, catch a face shot
i shoot the bl!ck ’til the motherf-cker get hot
we parked the whip like it stopped at a pit stop
ay, f-ck, k4, we here
catch lil’ dee, he get slapped like chris rock
if i catch his b-tch, he get hit with a ten-shot
i’m number 4, b-tch, i’m lettin’ this switch pop
like (pfrrr), n-gga, get back
can’t hit his head, he get put in a sh-t bag
caught a opp in the south and we hit up his b-tch ‘lac
they keep droppin’ disses, these n-ggas be big mad
[chorus]
don’t even get me started
walked in this b-tch with a 4-0 [?]
b-tch, i been clutchin’ that stick like a fork (gang)
i’m not a blood, i’m a 6-0 crip
big stick son me, i walk with a limp
pull up from the three and i shoot like kemp
tupac shakur, b-tch, i’m above the rim
skippy, big bad wolf, no skippy
blue scatpack, b-tch, i’m feelin’ like nipsey
i’m number four but i be in that dixie
i’m talkin’ my sh-t, lil’ b-tch, listen
223 and it’s rippin’ yo’ kidneys
pushin’ that pack, b-tch, it feel like it’s finshed
j-o-b, j-o-b, we gettin’ busy (gang)

- cashhkaam

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