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letra de still active - cb & bkayproducer

[intro]
rah, it’s bkay, you know
fre3, fre3, fre3

[chorus: yb & cb]
we made the crime rate rise up (that’s us), that’s nuttin’ but facts
this b-tch said she’s down to ride
that’s nuttin’ but lies, that’s nuttin’ but cap (cappin’)
put my life on the line for the gang (gang)
four man, three shanks, one wap
f-ck all the chattings, we make it happen
go do a madness then back to the trap (bubush)
[verse 1: cb]
what’s with the lyin’? what’s with the cappin’?
most man don’t ride with the intent to k!ll, so what’s the point of drilling if you ain’t tryna do k!llings?
i ain’t-i ain’t tryna say that i’ve k!lled before, but my intent is to drill some more
tryna put all of the opps in the morgue, so man can end this war
pull up and smoke man’s sibling, man done did it, had your bro in surgery
these times, donny’s riding thirty
opium pills so i buck man early
try-try-tryna remove man’s head back, don’t hit lower than chest, fam
touch, touch one of mine, you’re a dead man, dead-dead man, dead-dead-dead man

[bridge: cb]
and i mean it, i ain’t no rapper, i’m a driller that raps, there’s a different meanin’
i don’t like to share, but these bells here, the opps can keep it
just-just-just got a rusty wap, needs greasin’, but same way, i’ma beat it (beat it)
bad on the net, real life, they nervous, weren’t on nuttin’ when i saw ’em in person

[verse 2: sus]
how’s man got chat for the a when more than four blocks felt our rage?
lebz got shaven and gutta tried back two blades, they both got put in their place, yo
how many times did i chase gh, and blitz done duck-duck-goose with the gauge?
yevz too greezy, stepped in his j’s
nutnut got shaved, secrets not safe
how many time they hid their wounds?
you know that’s your blood on your shoes
but they still got no shame
he’s 30+, tryna boost his snapchat views
no, we don’t get down irrelevant yutes, he deserved it if we turnt him zoot
askar confused like, “who are these yutes?” ‘cah mizz got packed and they left no clues
ceemizz get put in my swisher
culprit get put in my blues
gucci get put in my blunt
we didn’t drop dottz, but we smoke him too
six-six bells get stuffed in the spinner
the dot-dot get filled with two
the ding-dong get filled with four, we head to the 5 and turn off dudes
catch k’s, get paid, what ag do
ching-ching, bow-bow, what ag do
turn crack into pounds, what ag do
put opps in the ground, what ag do
smooth criminal, i’ll take your boo
thief in the night, we sn-tchin’ souls
just doing things that grim reapers do
ask the one side if it’s not true
[verse 3: c1nna & broadday]
on me who?
if i was you, i’d be on me too
all the shanks and the wap we use, this mash don’t jam, and it loves me too
i’ll settle with swingin’ my shank, gotta bring back something new
i’ll drill it in public view and we’re winnin’ if public news
yes, it was, it was us that did that broom, bro —-, let’s twist that f-ck-off slugs
back then, it was ridgebacks, swervin’, skiddin’ on big man
but, now, we send bine on ’em, not once we slide on ’em
real life for ’em, their friends don’t ride for ’em
still ten with the shanks, slip, twist, rip it out of ’em
so show me, who-who-who’s your homies?
send some help ‘cah your dead friend’s lonely
i’ma smoke him slowly, don’t wanna talk too much over there, they know me, call me 2smokeyy
and i’m active gxng, put —- in a stogie
say you’re on, come show me, f-ck-f-ck-f-ck ‘dem, bare sym’s
they ain’t got none of my friends
i know why them boy mad at me, they know i done it again
i’ll smoke on —- and —-, same time, i’ll blow on one of my skengs
on tops, on tops, this sh-t won’t stop, got time to prove (grrt) by ten

[verse 4: broadday]
it’s about time i took smokeyy’s flow (d-mn right)
b-tch made, i got beef with p-ssy, leave ’em in red, marilyn monroe (ying)
missin’, madeleine mccann, but then he revived just like john snow (how?)
hop out, see everyone skeet and go vanishin’ like dynamo, and go vanishin’ like dynamo (yo)
most that side been hospitalised (haha)
we need a round of applause, but the gang still clappin’ (-clap, clap-)
we ain’t got no manners, we get down yutes and we can’t stop braggin’ (baow)
history lesson 101 when the beef kicked off, none of them were on badness, madness, grrt, bap, man’s-man’s-man’s doing up tactics
tell the driver “sit back”, three man hop out, leave him flat like a mattress
old school, was it on the playground, now, if i catch up, it’s holes in fabric (ying)
grrt, bap, free cb, got nicked for a madness
free him up, free him up, free him up, free him up
free-free-free cb, got nicked for a madness
[chorus: yb]
we made the crime rate rise up (that’s us), that’s nuttin’ but facts
this b-tch said she’s down to ride
that’s nuttin’ but lies, that’s nuttin’ but cap (cappin’)
put my life on the line for the gang (gang)
four man, three shanks, one wap
f-ck all the chattings, we make it happen
go do a madness then back to the trap
we made the crime rate rise up (that’s us), that’s nuttin’ but facts
this b-tch said she’s down to ride
that’s nuttin’ but lies, that’s nuttin’ but cap (cappin’)
put my life on the line for the gang (gang)
four man, three shanks, one wap
f-ck all the chattings, we make it happen
go do a madness then back to the trap

- cb bkayproducer

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