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letra de king tut - chuckyy

[intro]
my sh-t sound [?]
.40s and 9s when we bounce out the ‘raq
can’t forget drac’ make a ni—, come here
i’m tryn’ figure out where the f-ck n-ggas goin’ we chase sh-t

[verse]
.40s and 9s when we [?] out the ‘raq
can’t forget drac’, make a n-gga turn bucket hat
on 9block, tryna catch one, collat’
you ain’t k!lled none before, we don’t see eye-to-eye
n-ggas be tough ’til them bullets start flyin’
pullin’ up, fast sh-t, spot an opp, he dyin’
headshot, he fall, hit him on his spine
get ’em gone, bloodbathh, my cobra slatt
f-ck around, we out, n-ggas know wе slidin’
catch a goofy on the block, he know he dyin’
you еver get caught, don’t drop that dime
got some n-ggas did sh-t, and they doin’ they time
catch up all these attempts, n-gga, who ain’t slime?
boy, we put sh-t in the dirt
bruddanem broken heart, in a [?] he-rs-
tryna play both sides how you get it it the worst
talk tough on the net, put his ass on a shirt
.40 gravedigger, really put sh-t in the dirt
switches and dracs every time we ball out, clap ’em up pr-nto
n-ggas be doin’ that lip on the net, ’cause if they run up on me they catchin’ a hollow
you know when it rain, these n-ggas get wet, in the srt8 jeep, it’s just me and faro
f-ck that, we bail out on feet
i’m gettin’ sick and tired of swingin’ this car though
puttin’ money before the hoes, i’m chasin’ this chicken like there’s no tomorrow
my mama say, “boy, why you got that gun?”
i’m sorry, i’d rather be safe than sorrow
whole life like an instagram, whatever i do these n-ggas gon’ follow
i’m in a srt8 jeep right now, foenem stompin’ the gas, it’s shakin’ the throttle
darwin and cat just kissed the curb, f-ck n-gga, you would think that we was spinnin’ a bottle
n-gga get f-cked up, shoot his ass down if he run up
swingin’ the chop like nunchucks
we ain’t your bump-up
we ain’t the one you can run from
ffpt, now you on your rump-up
every time a n-gga get clapped in the ‘raq, they callin’ me, but i ain’t even done none
me, milly d, zo pound pop up out with switches and dracs, now that’s somethin’ to run from
uh, we smackin’ buckets
these n-ggas be dyin’ for nothin’
the sh-t that they doin’, we done it
ff, i’ma keep on dumpin’
left brains on the ground, but i ain’t never vomit
the sh-t that i’m doin’ make you sick to your stomach
heard he popped fake yerks, now he look like a zombie
he tweaked through the six, now he wrapped like a mummy
[outro]
uh-uh, he wrapped like a mummy
uh-uh, he wrapped like a mummy
tweaked through the six, now he wrapped like a mummy
the sh-t that they doin’, we done it
uh, uh we smackin’ buckets
long live fred, n-gga, chuckyy one in the head, n-gga

- chuckyy

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