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letra de blank stares - chuckyy

[intro]
(yes, jayco)
(dmur, you son of a b-tch)

[verse]
see, i got a glock, you got a glock, but i’m bumpin’ my sh-t, you n-ggas be be rookies
hit l.a. and i pick up ‘bows, only smoke top shelf, we don’t smoke no cookies
on a n-gga block just like the mailman, sun up to sun down, sh-t get spooky (sh-t spooky)
know i got a big heart for the switches for real, they mix sh-t up like smoothies (like smoothies)
get your four year, she tryna do me
you can’t fit in here, bro, it’s a two-sweater
i ain’t got on sh-t but a wife beater
same n-ggas don’t like me be sight seein’ (the windows covered)
she crazy, i think she a pisces
he a cheerleader, brodie his hype man
n-ggas scared of us just like the white van
n-ggas diss, then we send ’em on flight then
arp got a trigger and sight in
come to the hood, you gotta sign in (sign in)
everybody bd on my end (bd)
except fox and them, but them my kin (brr)
in the ‘raq, cops thirsty, mic in
we scratch off, leave them in light winds (hmm)
let’s play ball, i don’t know how to type, yeah
just gotta be pretty, i don’t got no type, yeah
i love bloodshed, it’s amazin’
ain’t n0body sent shots, no bullets grazed me
trackhawk’ll probably f-ck up the baby sleep
sleepy, we been flippin’ n-ggas’ blocks from a to z
me and my glizzy got adhd
f-ck a b-tch one time, then play sleep
none of my n-ggas broke, we straight, b
brand-new glock got a flash, say cheese
i be tryna see why they hate me, but i drive fast cars and f-ck they ladies (vroom)
brand-new glock with a box on the back, caught an opp same mornin’, turned his ass to gravy
you don’t like that i’m winnin’, you hatin’
glad the f-ck-ass n-gga betrayeded (betrayeded)
this four-nick’ leave sh-t bagel (bagel)
police come, on fred, we skate ’em (skrrt)
she say i’m skinny, i bring her
f-ck the law, the rules, we break ’em
growin’ up, i ain’t listen to n0body and had no guidance, the rules, we made ’em
i just gave my bro some ‘bows, he got ’em off quick like he was skatin’
made n-ggas deep shovelin’ through them ‘bows
that switch made n-ggas walk just like b-tches
can’t ride in your car, it ain’t tinted
real-deal face, n-ggas want me to die, but i be outside, so, n-gga, come k!ll me
and i be dolo, i’ll show you the real me
get off so quick, you would think it’s ten of me
ridin’ in strikers, this sh-t ain’t legitimate (skrrt, skrrt)
might as well talk like i told ’em to sell the crib
want me to fall off the top, but i’m still here
bullsh-t, yeah, now i see that crystal clear
boy, your vision equivalent to reindeer’s
i don’t got a glock, you get hanged here
i’m a top savage, i don’t go through pain, yeah
glock 23, chief keef, bang, yeah
i’m on an opp block, i left stains there (stains there)
‘fore i popped him, i left blank stares (bah, bah, bah, bah)

- chuckyy

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