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letra de treeshy - cblu

[intro: kay flock & c blu]
16 in this b-tch
grrah-grrah, grrah
gang, c blu
hold on

[chorus: c blu]
we spinnin’ the t’s and i’m with the flock, he grippin’ the chop
please do not think that we lackin’, ’cause you could get shot
these n-ggas be talkin’, but ain’t on nothin’
hop out the v and then i get to uppin’, what?
hop out the v and then i get to uppin’
i got a gun, you know i’ma flock
these n-ggas is [?], they don’t be the opps
i pop a perc, i like how it feel
one shot, it’s just for the k!ll
two more, ’cause my finger itchin’
chattin’ on the net, you might end up missin’, what?
chattin’ on the net, you might end up missin’
[verse 1: c blu]
i’m crip, so you know that i walk with the strap
run up on me, get clapped
.40 hit ’em, get back
all my n-ggas, yeah, they really move tact
he trynna fight, he gonna get stabbed, what?
he trynna fight, he gonna get stabbed, gang

[verse 2: kay flock]
why they tryna’ be me?
why catch a diva, [?] she movin’ treeshy
if i don’t got the gun, then that n-gga get three pieced
like, keep me a td, told bro if i clip, then i might catch a bd
b-tch, i’m on your strip and i’m spinnin’ with leeky
gonna take off her pants, lil’ b-tch get freaky
lil’ b-tch, come and eat me
no we not cool, lil’ n-gga don’t greet me
if i shoot and i miss, i’ma spin, that’s a fiji
she like, “kay, how you did that, baby boy, come and teach me”

[verse 3: c blu]
gang (gang), i pour up some wock, that sh-t got me leanin’
she pourin’ the henny, that b-tch say she fiendin’
cop me a gun, so i spin for no reason
i spot a opp, then i get to squeezin’
i cannot lack so i walk with the heater
just want the neck, no i do not need her, what?
gang, just want the neck, no i do not need her, what?
just want the neck, no i do not need her
[verse 4: kay flock]
b-tch, i’m smoking on grade a
and i’m looking for dayray
hit a opp while i’m up on the same day
spin through the back, we can’t leave through the same way
brodie got knocked, he was shootin’ them d-mn things
brodie got knocked, he got stuck in that d-mn cage
brodie got knocked, he was shooting that d-mn day
grrt, suck my d-ck, n-gga

[verse 5: c blu]
gang, and i’m spinnin’ that block, i’m spinnin’ for fun
i see a opp and i yell out “what’s gunnin”
he see the chop, and he started runnin’
i see the cops, but f-ck it, i’m dumpin’, what?
i see the cops, but f-ck it, i’m dumpin’, gang

[chorus: c blu]
we spinnin’ the t’s and i’m with the flock, he grippin’ the chop
please do not think that we lackin’, ’cause you could get shot
these n-ggas be talkin’, but ain’t on nothin’
hop out the v and then i get to uppin’, what?
hop out the v and then i get to uppin’
i got a gun, you know i’ma flock
these n-ggas is [?], they don’t be the opps
i pop a perc, i like how it feel
one shot, it’s just for the k!ll
two more, ’cause my finger itchin’
chattin’ on the net, you might end up missin’, what?
chattin’ on the net, you might end up missin’
[outro: kay flock]
suck my d-ck, n-gga
sevblockk, n-gga
rip the guys, n-gga, free the guys ’til i see the guys, n-gga
disrespect the guys, we gon’ beat the guys, n-gga

- cblu

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