letra de sweepers k - choppa ebk
[chorus: sha ek]
i’ma push up, i’ma creep
i done took some n-ggas off they feet
f-ck it, i’m tryna catch me a sweep
jay5ive, don’t get hit with this heat
g-pop, that n-gga dead in my blunt
i was on douglass totin’ my gun
i used to bend n-ggas’ blocks just for fun
when that sh-t boom, it gon’ sound like a drum
[verse 1: choppa ebk]
[verse 2: coe wiki]
free thirty, free pj, ap, those my locs
it’s c and an e next to my o (grrah)
these n-ggas pretend, they just follow
jumped off the porch, i was boomin’ them hollows (baow, baow, baow, baow)
hold on, oh, i think i see roscoe (like, roscoe)
watch how we start lettin’ shots go
161, but we ain’t tryna box, though, like (grrah, grrah)
they know we still let it flock, though (gang, gang, gang)
baow, baow, we jump sh-lls in they ‘jects, like
somebody tell me who next
yommy got shot, dummy got left
lee mentionin’ x (ah), n-ggas took baby jet (baby jet)
grrah, grrah, it ain’t no worry (it ain’t no worry)
l’zzz here, we got like thirty
d’s on our d-ck, tryna shoot it like curry (tryna shoot it like—)
never got caught on a drill ’cause i’m st-rdy (grrah, grrah, boom)
[verse 3: 150 wiz]
we tryna creep up, i’m not boxin’ (don’t lack)
you could get shot in your sh-t tryna politic (grrah, grrah)
free all my grim n-ggas takin’ lottery (lottery)
spot us a rapper, he gon’ catch a hollow tip
tg and thunder got beat and they hoppin’ it
don’t run, it’s no remorse for the opposites
like, don’t run, ‘ooters cl!ckin’, ain’t no stoppin’ it
like, no, i don’t dance, but i’m still notti boppin’ it (notti)
like, he better watch who he speakin’ too
better not throw a y when we creepin’ through (grrah, grrah, boom)
bro tryna pop out like peekaboo
they know l’zzz gon’ hop out the vehicle (l’zzz here)
like, i’ma push up, i’ma geek
like, wiki gon’ slide with that g (gon’ slide with that g)
like, just don’t lack when you crossin’ that street
scream, “legshot,” dotty got put right to sleep (legshot)
[chorus: sha ek]
i’ma push up, i’ma creep
i done took some n-ggas off they feet
f-ck it, i’m tryna catch me a sweep
jay5ive, don’t get hit with this heat
g-pop, that n-gga dead in my blunt
i was on douglass totin’ my gun
i used to bend n-ggas’ blocks just for fun
when that sh-t boom, it gon’ sound like a drum
letras aleatórias
- letra de brother, taxman, preacher - margo cilker
- letra de moon and stars - $not
- letra de ugly bug - no pomelo
- letra de gone fishing - el capitán
- letra de bare talk - zr
- letra de fashion - diljit dosanjh
- letra de counting sheep - highway 3 inc.
- letra de benim olmazsan - güliz ayla
- letra de 25 black - scraps the plague doctor
- letra de riccardo non mi parla più - lapingra