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letra de the drop (remix) - culmorecity

[intro: lil crease]
y’all already know what the f-ck going on
lil crease in this motherf-cker
mhm, mhm, mhm
n-ggas be dissing and sh-t and i’m still gon’ be on the top man
y’all know what the f-ck going on

[chorus: lil crease]
we double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the glock we hit two of your men
i cannot think about dying, my n-gga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
you on the block, you hear sirens, n-ggas be getting the f-ck and they leaving they men
i don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my d-ck ‘cause these n-ggas be fans
i’m with my n-ggas, i’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
we up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these n-ggas ‘cause these n-ggas know i ain’t playing

[verse: lil crease]
i gotta keep me a burner yeah i got slimed but i bet they won’t do it again
yeah that b-tch new and she learning, i gotta teach her some tricks when we up in the bed
n-gga got burnt like a furnest, step on the block and i bet she get one to the head
that b-tch, she going, she burning, i can’t be loving these b-tches they go for the men
you know i’m flushing his whip, he tried to run but you know that i filled him with leds
i gotta keep me a stick, i know these n-ggas be thinking about leaving me dead
i know he cap in his rap, i’m tryna see if that n-gga gon’ knock off a dread
i gotta stay out the map, n-ggas be hot and you know they converse with the feds
uh, n-gga got hit, slide through the vent, drac’ making him flip
stuck in the stu tryna make me a hit, don’t understand why these n-ggas on d-ck, uh
‘cause a young n-gga lit, f-ck is he saying, he ain’t doubling sh-t
you in the way b-tch stay out the mix, keep me a glock b-tch right in my hip
uh, f-ck is he saying, sign in the block but the paint where it ain’t
sign to the block and you know ima paint
say that you call me lil n-gga you ain’t
go with this rap sh-t, f-ck all the hate
talking to much, he got burnt like a flame
he on the news ‘cause he wanna be famous
he tryna shoot and get turnt into angels
[chorus: lil crease]
we double back when we sliding, hop out the car with the glock we hit two of your men
i cannot think about dying, my n-gga stuck in the trap tryna run up some bands
you on the block, you hear sirens, n-ggas be getting the f-ck and they leaving they men
i don’t respond when they lying, tell ‘em to suck on my d-ck ‘cause these n-ggas be fans
i’m with my n-ggas, i’m riding, bullets be clapping they hot, they gon’ sound like a band
please do not think about sliding, we got a .30 you know that we be flipping a van
we up the score, we ain’t tying, you know we stuck in trenches, don’t step on the land
ima be up, i ain’t lying, funny these n-ggas ‘cause these n-ggas know i ain’t playing

[outro: lil crease]
yeah you know i ain’t playing man, they know what’s going on
lil crease in this motherf-cker, yeah

- culmorecity

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