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letra de chain snatch - chuckyy_103

[intro]
south, slime
g block sh-t man
n-ggas know how the f-ck we rocking
slide on who? b-tch i’m tryna slide
ride on who? b-tch i’m tryna ride

[verse]
i’m on the block, like more than the stop sign
why you outside? cause i am not hiding
jump on that b-tch tryna see who i hit
slide on who? b-tch you know that you miss
when i leave out the house, b-tch i leave with a stick
they say they gon’ talk but they know not to diss
bang at who? b-tch i’m tryna bang back
i got a choppa and you know that i slang that
come get your b-tch cause i hear, “where my chain at?”
i’ll go crazy if i get my chain sn-tched
real young n-gga he know how to drive
if he from the g, then you know that he slime
i call green then you know that he die
i’m in the hood everyday, i ain’t hiding from sh-t
gun on my hip b-tch you getting hit
it’s a scope on this b-tch so no way i can miss
i’m in the spot tryna hit you with 13
i had a gun ever since i was thirteen
catch a opp then we putting his face where the dirt be
i been hearing a couple of n-ggas wanna murk me
i ain’t paying no n-gga i’ll do it myself
i’m a grown ass man n-gga i don’t need help
i’ll drive in a stollie and shoot by myself
boy bleed like i bleed, what the f-ck is he thinking?
hit him in his face and we watch it sink in
i want him dead i think i’m just thinking
she drink nut like d-mn she a demon
i love all of my n-ggas i’ll give them my heart
day one, beef b-tch, know we gon’ spark
we caught a flat and still ain’t walk
got hit in his mouth and he still ain’t talk
i’m sn-tching his brain cause i’m tryna see his thoughts
don’t speak to the lil n-gga come to the boss
we want a body, what the f-ck do it cost?
n-gga hide in the crib like he on a bracelet
can’t f-ck with the g then you might as well face it
these big ass bullets you know that they shake sh-t
sh-t moving slow so we run out of patience
give him the gold and they come through digging
give her the d-ck if she come through tripping
ain’t let me in the game so i come through kicking
roll up under that n-gga you know i’ma twist it
soon as i pull he get me uplifted
red or green beam got it looking like christmas
my homies keep telling me, “chucky you gifted”
still get in the car with a hundred some shots
where is they at? i’m looking for opps
we in a chase and we did them the dirty way
i’m tryna hit him with this old ass .38
got bagged for a stollie but treat like a murder case
i’m tryna get him but he moving fast
can’t stab me in my back cause that sh-t won’t last
stalking his ass, i’ma hide in the grass
bullets hit him like we playing tag
dreaming bout sh-t that i never had
real street n-gga had my gun up in class
i don’t know about sh-t but go look for the opps
never read in the book but i learned from the block
too many n-ggas be cl!cking just stop
[outro]
this that real south sh-t man
n-ggas know how the f-ck we rocking man
free stolo n-gga
free drose n-gga
free jojo n-gga
free all them guys n-gga
f-ck the opps

- chuckyy_103

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