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letra de spot - chrisbandss

[chorus: chrisbands]
i spot a opp, put holes in his body like spot
bro tryna spin, make it hot
i’m on that block wit’ a whole lotta knocks and g-locks, first one i see gettin’ flocked
is he r-t-rded? he spin wit’ no chop
wit’ the bros, got a beam wit’ a dot
how you gon’ run from a shot? like let me answer that for you, you cannot
whole lotta suvs’ in the spot, like
082 in the spot, like
couple of crips in the spot, wit’ some bloods in the spot and a whole lot of woo’s on that block

[verse 1: chrisbands]
like and i used to want blaze ’em like dame
like now i get to the bucks and fame
shootin’ like trae, my ‘ooters got aim
like wit’ the dеmon, i’m spinnin’ wit’ shane
aimin’ for legs, guys cop you a cane
likе bullets fall on them n-ggas like rain
better not run ’cause it won’t make a difference, ’cause the outcome’ll still be the same
like me and dread tryna slide in that tinted whip
if the boys in tune, we innocent
bro go ask the opps what we really did
funny vibes, get hopped, i ain’t feelin’ it
’cause on bro i ain’t goin’ for nun’
he got a hole in his face like a donut
no duckin’, this clip hold a dozen
i throw a shot if he throwin’ the folk up
he a baby, he don’t stay wit’ g
rock him to sleep, i’ma beat him wit’ mad chops
i’m in bill wit’ the bros, we deep
like chillin’ on 082, that’s the back block
and b-tch we got knocks like cod
black flagk, we still flockin’ at black opps
opp thot get the drop on the opps, no blackjack n-gga we just hit the jackpot
[verse 2: ethosuave]
doley mission, i go for the k!ll
like, i get aggravated on drills
tryna chill, but they actin’ like i won’t dump by myself wit’ that sitch, but i will
like and why they bringin’ up these shoes? i was on team when i heard ’bout the news
we caught-, in front of that school
he gon’ lie, say it’s not, but we all know it’s you
like, why the 5 on d-ck? f-ck it, that’s more opps, add it to the list
like sneak dissin’ n-gga think he sl!ck, tryna sneak through that block and throw two out the sitch
like n0body in the front, let’s go check in the hall and the side of they strip
oh that’s him? i think that’s boy, he be throwin’ the rake up inside of they fl!cks
i see why they mad we get active, like
word to my dead i will clap you
we got opps in all different locations, hit each of they block then the bros link up after
in the party bussin’ off the slappers
teach my b-tch how to throw up, she have to
she give me head in the bathroom, i give her d-ck when she be in a bad mood
baby who? boy is a kid, man i swear i can’t wait til’ we catch you, like
so many times i was yellin’ out folk on they deads when i passed through

- chrisbandss

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