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letra de stop lying - chino racks

[intro: dudeylo & chino racks]
grrah, grrah, grah-grah
(ahhhh) (ahhhh)
(n-gga man)
(ahhhh) (ahhhh)
grrah (ahhh)
(ahhh-ahhh-ahhh)
like, grah-grah
(every f-cking track)
grah-grah

[verse 1: dudeylo]
like, who did what?
that’s cap, stop lyin
aj crashed that jet, start flyin (grah)
if they come in a group, we divide em
throw a shot, bullets start make em lyin
free mad max, gon hop out fryin
like, you can line em but not get the rank
do the time, better not get declined
you got shot, n-gga why is you whining
talking bout, better ask how you get
streets talk, yeah you know what i did
shot after shot, they was ducking they wis
i was at home when i they hop on they strip
ayo sdot, suck my d-ck
like, g-pop got put in a spliff
d-mn, fries got sent with his friends
like, why they keep saying my name
(ahhhh)
[verse 2: chino racks]
these n-ggas be ducking they hats
walk to they side and i’m letting it clap
they know it was me, i was dressed in all black
scream “o makk”, he scream it back
that’s his ass, he getting whacked
how many times i went kuu with the strap?
i got a baddie, she totin the heater
bend through the block tryna catch us a sweeper
(ahhhh)

[verse 3: dudeylo]
he lack, that’s his ass
no, i cannot go out like matt
f-ck sha gz, like why he keep dissing?
n-gga ran on his mans, he went missing
that was apart of the plan
like, i don’t even know why he ran
and he jacked you (he jacked you)
heard you got shot, n-gga they should of packed you
(ahhhhh)
{?} got beat up in public
if that was me, on bro, would’ve upped it
why is they dissing? they know how we coming (grah)
send shots, my adrenaline rushing
b-back out the g and they all get to running
stuck in the jam but stayed 100
like, {?} called me, he know that i’m coming
f-ck {?} they never on nothing
we catch momo, we popping his stomach
catch lil bug, he going with nuggy
trap on the back, i was drivin
shot after shot, he was wilin
gun on my side, that’s how i’m stylin
b-tch, i’m with cuzzy promoting the violence
told em start cl!cking till he hear them sirens
two to the face, now i know that he dyin
[verse 3: dudeylo]
like, who did what?
that’s cap, stop lyin
aj crashed that jet, start flyin
grah, if they come in a group
we divide em
throw a shot, bullets start make em lyin
free mad max, gon hop out fryin
like, you can line em but not get the rank
do the time, better not get declined
you got shot, n-gga why is you whining

[outro: dudeylo & chino racks]
(grrah)
(you got shot, n-gga why is you…)
(what?)
(grrah)
(do you see what i see?)
(it’s that dudeylo n-gga man)
(suck my d-ck man)
(every opp shot)
(know how we f-cking coming)
(n-ggas be ducking, y’all…)

- chino racks

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