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letra de aim 4 the head - chino racks

[intro]
(gor on the track, b-tch)

[chorus]
grah, ayo dummy, stop dissing my block
stop talking on dotty
tryna spin on they block with the shotty
aim for the head, we don’t aim for the body
can’t catch-
then we cl!ckin’ on scottie, smoking on rippy, this sh-t is a hottie
give me the addy, i’m up in his lobby
i’m sending shots if he try to try me
free all the bros thats down for the hami
we the whole reason they smokin’ on lotti
sayin’ my name, they know where to find me
talkin’ on bro, what happened to bobby?
rippy, blay, nazzy

[post-chorus]
they tried to run and got hit with the glocky
mention the bros, they ain’t touched n0body
(suck my f-ckin’ d-ck, bro, go get back, yall n-ggas know what we do)

[verse]
grah, don’t need no fame, don’t need no chain
imma be me regardless, pass me the chop, i ain’t missing my target
up in these streets you gotta move heartless
[?] keep tryna go make me a artist
and for that, i love him a lot, but til my ass pop, i’m stuck on the block
first time shootin’, fell in love with the knock
i’m ready to cl!ck if you not
how many n-ggas we brought to the hood and they switched on the block?
outside tottin’ on my knock, marley got beat and then turned to a cop
they up on the gram but we sending shots
bend through they side tryna cl!ck on a flock, every time that we shoot they be ducking they tops
i got my knock and i’m lettin’ it fly, somebody gon’ die if they screaming they high
wanna be o’s, then hop in the ride
they mention my brothers, we smokin’ on dot, fries
cl!ck on the opps, we don’t care who died (grah)
[chorus]
grah, ayo dummy, stop dissing my block
stop talking on dotty
tryna spin on they block with the shotty
aim for the head, we don’t aim for the body
can’t catch-
then we cl!ckin’ on scottie, smoking on rippy, this sh-t is a hottie
give me the addy, i’m up in his lobby
i’m sending shots if he try to try me
free all the bros thats down for the hami
we the whole reason they smokin’ on lotti
sayin’ my name, they know where to find me
talkin’ on bro, what happened to bobby?
rippy, blay, nazzy

[post-chorus]
curt got clapped, should’ve picked up his body
go where i wan’t, i don’t fear n0body
catch lil’ bummy, get put in a marley

[chorus]
like grah, ayo dummy, stop dissing my block (sweepers f-ckin’ k, suck my f-ckin’ d-ck)
stop talking on dotty
tryna spin on they block with the shotty
aim for the head, we don’t aim for the body
can’t catch-
then we cl!ckin’ on scottie, smoking on rippy, this sh-t is a hottie
give me the addy, i’m up in his lobby
i’m sending shots if he try to try me
free all the bros thats down for the hami
we the whole reason they smokin’ on lotti
sayin’ my name, they know where to find me
talkin’ on bro, what happened to bobby?
rippy, blay, nazzy

- chino racks

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