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letra de callback - dasgasdom3

[verse 1: dasgasdom3]
uh
i’m the goat (uh)
40′ for a show (uh-huh)
designer on my waist
this sh-t drippin’ out my card (out my card)
i’m in the studio, uh (uh)
kickin’ this sh-t with bro (yuh)
we only shoot for ace, the diamond could wipe your nose (wipe your nose)
red blood inside my veins (veins)
christian lou’ for the lows (lows)
any problem i done played, i played it right in my row
they gon’ make me start a riot, rubber burnin’ a cloud (uh, yeah)
what the f-ck they really sayin’, my brothers shootin’ on the dot (on the dot)
tip-toein’ my future all the way up to the f-ckin’ top (to the top)
signal red, like medusa, another head up in the shot
runnin’, runnin’, on thе pace up
money can get ya facеd up (brrr)
better never debate us, ain’t n0body ever played us (ain’t no played us)
so how the f-ck they save us?
money broke so they hate us (why they hate us?)
ain’t no picture that made me so ain’t no n-gga that done made us
we only levelin’, dead members and presidents (yuh)
money truly might power anything out my element (uh-huh)
so how they tellin’ it?
n-ggas snitches, they tellin’ sh-t (uh-huh)
we ain’t ’bout to civilize, bullets rip through yo residence (what, what?)
pick and roll, pickin’ a pack to smoke
we see the opposition, we sn-tchin’ ’em from they soul (bah!)
i done been alone (been alone)
ain’t n0body really know (they don’t know)
but n0body give a f-ck when you doin’ sh-t on yo own (f-ck nah)
main n-gga bossed up, i got it out for sure though
we ain’t with the camera, don’t come around takin’ photos
unless this glock got a camera, we shootin’, it’s a slo-mo (grrrrr)
angle on angle, makin’ sure your body with angels
i ain’t movin’ stable, i think i’d be better with a label
every problem encountered, we never took losses, i’m thankful (thankful)
i am blessed to see all the opps that they body on the cable
they family up on the news, they cryin’ for lord to save ’em (lord to save ’em)
but he can’t though, it’s too late, n-gga (but he can’t though)
your brother died and you ain’t slide, i know you filled with hate, n-gga (i know you filled with hate)
f-ck bein’ civilized, though even bein’ straight with ya
bullets, they k!llin’ lives and you gon’ be the blank picture
take the camera roll, they want a cameo (aye, what?)
hate to me, selfish, they only love if it’s they antidote
n-ggas federal, snitchin’ but they won’t let it go
smokin’ addiction, i’m way too high up on the medical (bah!)
where the sign at?
where the love at?
where all the murderers with the motherf-ckin’ guns at? (with the guns)
i’m a rug-rat, i’m tryna run that (i’m a rug-rat)
bullets and ligaments slippin’ across in a bloodbath
they ain’t ready for it, keep it in combat (they ain’t ready, nah)
stuck in paranoia, hearin’ sh-t, i can’t call back (uh-huh)
[bridge: dasgasdom3 & wafflejax]
(i can’t call back)
(hearin’ sh-t and i can’t call back)
(i can’t call back)
(hearin’ sh-t and i can’t call back)
(yeah, uh, ya b-tch, she still likes my nuts, uh)
yeah (pimple-face, [?] b-tch)
bald b-tch, la- ooh (tommy lemon)
wait, let me-, let me-, uh, yeah yeah yeah, like, uh (other [?])
bald bi-, uh, wait, hol-, look, let me go again, yuh, wait (we still do this sh-t)
(me and dom k!lled this b-tch)

[verse 2: wafflejax]
bald b-tch, last year had a lil’ britney moment (yuh)
in my head, 25, got a eighth, i’m ’bout to smoke it (bah!)
coughin’, puffin’ all my problems, h-lla potent
on my fifa street status, i don’t f-ck with my opponents (f-ck ’em)
genuine but ignorant and kinda braggadocious
got a bunch of sons, they gon’ know why i wrote this (hah!)
never throwin’ ones in the club, i’m a broke b-tch
and granny still in the hood, kitchen full of roaches (in the what?)
sober, i was never sober, getting highest at my lowest
peter griffin-bag chasin’, f-ckin’ on my lois
don’t get disrespectful, on my mamas side they totin’
always been the art kid but my cousins keep it open
stripes on my t-shirt, baggy my clothes (ugh)
she suckin’, her knees hurt, kaepernick pose
be all my heart and colombia my soul
i’m goin’ one place, to the top, i belong, b-tch (bah!)

- dasgasdom3

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