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letra de what they gone do?☠️ - chuckyy

[intro]
aye, he right there, f-ck it, bail out
like, what they gon’ do?
like, what they gon’ do?
[verse 1]
every time something happen, they put in me, i’m like, “what i do?”
ain’t no b-tch wit’ nun of our b-ttons, come through actin’ crazy
we all gon’ shoot
this lil’ b-tch say she gon’ get her brothers
i laughed at her ass, like, “what they gon’ do?”
when i pop out, freshest one in the room
scratch off in a srt, go, “vroom”
might walk up on him with that drac’, but i grab that switch if he actin’ a fool
and i even don’t do no internet sh-t
before i [?]
how you ain’t heard about foe’nem?
he got boxed in, chеck channel 2
2022, ain’t no more fighting, unless wе in school
bail out, hit his ass wit’ a .22
[verse 2]
on foe’nem (slatt)
play crazy, we gon’ smoke him (no bap)
my opps be broke as f-ck
i’m mad as h-ll, i even know them
my pockets fat like santa claus
yo’ boyfriend a b-tch, i used to hoe him
forty say he smoking dead n-ggas, i hit the ‘wood, that shi’ was smokin’
and this b-tch so pretty, soon as she go down on the d-ck
she started chokin’
put a three-five in every ‘wood, then get out the wock’, sh-t got me floatin’
i feel like tony montana
hop out wit’ his ar and get to throwin’ (grrar, grrar)
he fall to the ground, i go run up on him (come here)
come get some more
[verse 3]
amiri, the denim, bape tee
can’t no b-tch ever play me (at all)
i hit the b-tch like a couple times, now she say wanna have my baby
and when it come down to these pipes, i ain’t got no type, like swae lee
with that being said, if we ain’t locked in, then yo’ lit ass [?] (gimme that)
[bridge]
and when it come down to these pipes, i ain’t got no type, like swae lee
with that being said, if we ain’t locked in, then yo’ lit ass [?] (gimme that)
[verse 4]
this lil’ b-tch steady askin’ me for money
i’m like, “get the f-ck outta my face, please”
this lil’ b-tch decent, wit’ a fatass
her name in my phone, it’s “cardi b”
i hit the lil’ b-tch wit’ no jimmy, then made her ass hit a plan b
[outro]
boa, yo’ ass tweakin’, ain’t scared to shoot, we all bleed
every time something happen, they put in me, i’m like, “what i do?”
ain’t no b-tch wit’ nun of our b-ttons, come through actin’ crazy
we all gon’ shoot
this lil’ b-tch say she gon’ get her brothers
i laughed at her ass, like, “what they gon’ do?”
when i pop out, freshest one in the room
scratch off in a srt, go, “vroom”
might walk up on him with that drac’, but i grab that switch if he actin’ a fool
and i even don’t do no internet sh-t
before i [?]
how you ain’t heard about foe’nem?
he got boxed in, check channel 2
2022, ain’t no more fighting, unless we in school
bail out, hit his ass wit’ a .22
on foe’nem (slatt)
play crazy, we gon’ smoke him (no bap)
my opps be broke as f-ck
i’m mad as h-ll, i even know them
my pockets fat like santa claus
yo’ boyfriend a b-tch, i used to hoe him
forty say he smoking dead n-ggas, i hit the ‘wood, that shi’ was smokin’

- chuckyy

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