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letra de no way - chasefrmdasev

[intro]
(everything dead)
(wars too nasty)
(like)
(three, four, five)
(everything shot)
(every opp shot)

[chorus]
b-tch i’m flockin’ if they try to test me
kelly, selly, becky, brittany
opp b-tch in the spot, get mixy
tryna hang wit’ the opps, they ain’t wit me
no way, josé
tryna bend through the hill both ways
aim for his hat, okay, no face
beam on his back so i picked up the pace
and i don’t give a f-ck what you say
diss my life, don’t think i don’t play
i could catch a body any day
so it’s best you stay up in your place
off a perc, i be foldin’ and sh-t
try to run up, i’m blowin’ this sh-t
smokin’ on mex, i’m alone in the whip
i ain’t by, i keep poll in the whip
[verse]
get shot if drop my sh-t
4.2 kick b-tch, watch how he lift
think i’m cappin’? never lyin’
i could put that on bro if you try it, you dyin’
by the time you look up, bullets flyin’
ain’t no time for thе doggies and vibin’
outside like, who rеally hidin’?
get back same day, we slidin’
made em cry
n-ggas put on a suit and a tie
for they pick a gun and go ride
i’ma pop it all black, in disguise
where they at? let’s blitz both sides
no lie, ion’ cry
n-ggas p-ssy i’m seein’ they vibe
watch they man’s get put in the sky, he slide
ayo nesty, where yo’ bestie?
how you ain’t catch a hit? don’t impress me
smoke rah, i’m smacked, i’m deady
b-tch ate me as soon as she met me
like d-mn, what you thinkin’? i don’t understand
sorry b-tch, no i can’t be yo’ man
oh you f-ck wit’ the opps? hit you and your friend, like
rah rah tried to make me a spliff
once you buss it, i’m active again
that’s the opps? oh he lackin’ again
slide through start blastin’ again
b-tch i’m flockin’ anybody dead
shots to his head make his face touch the ground
no sound, no i won’t make a sound
but you won’t see me when i’m around
think i’m lackin? i’m packin’ a grip
i’m a flocka, n-gga you a hit
add another one onto your list
i ain’t playin, suck d-ck
[chorus]
b-tch i’m flockin’ if they try to test me
kelly, selly, becky, brittany
opp b-tch in the spot, get mixy
tryna hang wit’ the opps, they ain’t wit me
no way, josé
tryna bend through the hill both ways
aim for his hat, okay, no face
beam on his back so i picked up the pace
and i don’t give a f-ck what you say
diss my life, don’t think i don’t play
i could catch a body any day
so it’s best you stay up in your place
off a perc, i be foldin’ and sh-t
try to run up, i’m blowin’ this sh-t
smokin’ on mex, i’m alone in the whip
i ain’t by, i keep poll in the whip

- chasefrmdasev

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