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letra de vista drive - culmorecity

[chorus: lil crease]
i’m on vista drive, but n-ggas be ducking and sh-t
30 round with the glock, sh-t flushing his whip
what he think that we nervous, he ducking and sh-t
and we honk at his ass ‘cause he running and sh-t
n-gga shoot like he curry, he dumping the clip
and don’t think that i’m scurry i’m upping that b-tch
don’t be on that side, they be bluffing and sh-t

[verse 1: lil crease]
how’d he say that he stepping, the lil n-gga ran
these bullets stay hot, they gon’ sound like a band
n-ggas dissing and sh-t ‘cause lil e in the can
we popped out in the streets, get to flushing the van
n-gga purping too much and he getting me mad
n-gga run with a stick and he going out sad
tell ‘em suck on my d-ck ‘cause these n-ggas be fans
i ain’t bluffing, i’m playing what’s dealt in my hands
n-gga playing too much, we pull up on your home
know im taking it right, n-ggas know i’m on go
we don’t stop at the light, make a right and than blow
n-gga think that he mighty, we knock off his dome
n-gga mad ‘cause i’m f-cking his b-tch on the low
n-gga step out his crib, he ain’t making it home
got a shooter, he geeking to get his ass gone
know i’m toting a stick, that sh-t hit like a stone (aye, aye)
pick up your pace, know this sh-t getting deep, we gon’ air at your place
n-ggas thinking it’s sweet, we gon’ aim at your face
got this glock on my d-ck, it determines your faith
and we caught the boy lacking, he doing the race
know he dissing the judge, he got sent down the state
instead of showing me love they replaced it with hate
tell that boy get the f-ck, he ain’t eating my plate
he was ducking and sh-t and we caught him inside
we lit that boy up, he got sent to the sky
and i know it’s a struggle to keep me alive
you know that i’m tucking that sh-t by my side, uh
[chorus: lil crease]
i’m on vista drive, but n-ggas be ducking and sh-t
30 round with the glock, sh-t flushing his whip
what he think that we nervous, he ducking and sh-t
and we honk at his ass ‘cause he running and sh-t
n-gga shoot like he curry, he dumping the clip
and don’t think that i’m scurry i’m upping that b-tch
don’t be on that side, they be bluffing and sh-t

[verse 2: lil crease]
uh yeah, tell em to catch us
sliding the block, he got hit from the neck up
stepping on n-ggas, we making some ketchup
them n-ggas mad ‘cause a young n-gga next up
he ain’t really tryna k!ll, the lil n-gga texts us
he could’ve called me, the lil n-gga messed up
keeping that 30k, n-ggas won’t test us
hit in his sh-t ‘cause he thinking he big tough
and i k!lled it back, ‘cause the feds on my ass
he talked it back, but the n-gga got trapped
n-gga run fast, like he running a track
and i gotta move smart ‘cause i ain’t going back, uh

- culmorecity

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