letra de 404 - cubensis
[intro: 870glizzy]
sh-t y’all
sh-t
ay, ay
[verse 1: 870glizzy]
yo, i still got it if you need the weed
all my n-ggas ’boutta profit tryna feed the team
baby go crazy with the neck i had to feed her meat
and if she put that p-ssy on me then them cheeks is beat
i ain’t tryna pipe you n-ggas beats n-ggas beats is weak
i ain’t tryna buy your beats quit dming me
need a deposit for the feet so have the bread ready
24-hour turn around send the rest to me
yo, my n-ggas know i’m bring the profit in
slap your roll pockets on swole hippopotamus
floody haven’t noticed why the hoes pocket watch ’em
the suckas broke his jokes who you foolin’ you are not the sh-t
the snakes where i be so i keep my back door closed
those bl!cks stay with me i never leave without that po
my youngest train to squeeze they quick to go and tag a toe
we really [?] we quick to go and crack a dome
ayy we a crack ya dome quick nina ross on me lil brodie got the fo nit
it’s speaking on the crew so if we catch ’em then we on ’em
i gotta keep it cool the block hot like a summer
nina ross on me glizzy got the fo’ fever
my eyes blame [?] if n-ggas reach they meet the reaper
i like yo chain better pray that i don’t see ya
cuz it’s a hater’s stain in broad day typa season
i pop these pills to numb my pain
but out my anger in that p-ssy so she feel the rage
the way a k to kick it make me feel like johnny cage
when i let it spray, play crazy you gon’ make me go back to my younger ways
i was a grimy little n-gga in my younger days
but still ain’ nothing change, the only difference is i’m chasing chicks and stacking pay
only thing i’m trippin’ ’bout is million stackin’ in the bank
and that’s on the gang
[bridge]
[?] in the parking lot, sellin’ bootleg music out the trunk of a rental
must not be all that hot my brother
i mean, if the record companies don’t want it, why would i? (why would i?) (why would i?) (why would i?)
[verse 2: flvd4k]
o-off that drank got me noddin’ off
s-scissor block i got to cough
made off with that texas teak i earn [?] i’m playin’ [?]
[?] i ain’t the one to cross
i’m in the field with my stick, lacrosse
caught that boy stackin’ we knockin’ him off better sit down
chopper gonna f-ck and got multiple rounds
said he was standing on business i know he not like that
that n-gga ran from the gun sounds
who you portray on the internet not you
why can’t you just keep it real?
cappin’ like you hit that hard and you in the field
now when you aim it’s a meal
know when that when you chose for the steel
choosin’ this life at your own free will
baggin’ these n-ggas ain’t that for real?
how would your momma feel?
later boy i might [?]
move with a stain on my shirt
[?] last name ring bells
do that for real, nothing can hold me back
get to the spit and crack on the track n-gga or i’m just a [?] not the pack
[verse 3: issbrokie]
yeah
b-tch [?] these tracks
your b-tch she bet her booty on a sack
want me to hit that coochie from the back
you not the shooter you don’t live that
you want a computer that you [?]
keep bumpin’ [?] like a b-tch f-g
get your waist sn-tched you won’t spin back
smoking big tac need a big bag just to fit that
never zig zags only spit rap tits where that d-ck body miss mac
shawty big clappin’ on a jet black [?] so i pick that
you rappers be spittin’ that fake rhymes
bust it off and i end up on date line
f-ck around with that strap broad day
got the 808 rippin’ through sp-ce time
got a [?] when i f-ck on a g-y twink
hoe is broke be f-ckin’ on straight guys
more friendly than most y’all may think but they hate me so they wanna make lies
about me
making berries that’s my bounty, uh
your b-tch wanna f-ck for hours, uh
she was lost until she found me, uh
when i was down she was callin’, uh
now they wanna be around me, uh
said they don’t like how i’m soundin’, uh
but they still copy it’s astounding, uh
b-tch you cannot rap, uh
only hot cuz you shouting, uh
buy a shirt for a rack, uh
only wanna smash on outings, on god
brokie not ducking that b-tch only f-cking if shawty be up and instead she be suckin’ for somethin’ that [?] she won’t get to my money have none of that sh-t i won’t call her my honey
yo [?] that’s my b-tch she gon bounce like a bunny
all over the hills b-tch i’m out with my buddies
i’m dropping them bricks [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] most y’all snitch
they count me out just because i’m a chick till they down and out
and i’m still clutchin’ a blade they respect me now
cuz i upped in this sh-t like hand-me-downs
boy this life do not fit you
go live in the suburbs do some coke or some sh-t
medipack yeah boy don’t make me hit you
i know the fans just want more of this sh-t
it’s brokie lil b-tch
[outro: issbrokie]
yuh
okay
shoutout [?], hehe
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