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letra de beckham (chiraq mix) - dee billz, kyle richh & vonoff1700

[intro]
(young madz)
(chee on the beat)

[chorus: dee billz & kyle richh]
in the spot and i came with the felons (i’m with the felons)
ray makk got hit in the back of his melon (ray makk)
and if i throw a bullet, i bet he catch it like beckham (like beckham)
i told rell b, “hop out the v and send them a message” (rell b)
grrah, like, if sheik got the wheel (skrrt), i know we gettin’ away (word to bro)
word to bro, one of mines got touched and we came to they block same day (on bro)
where are you goin’, lil’ n-gga? you cannot escape (wherе the f-ck is you goin’?)
and if i got the rock, i might pass it like cp to blakе

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
is you dumb? it ain’t no duckin’ this drac’ (dumbass)
man, that n-gga a rat, (f-ckin’ rat)
f-ck what he said, but you droppin’ the rakes (you know that)
that n-gga a goofy, we jumpin’ his gate (we jumpin’ his gate)
i’m in new york half d-gg-n’ the straight (straight)
he say he a stepper, the streets say he ain’t (his b-tch ass)

catch ’em in traffic, throw shots, make ’em yank
when i got off the plane, brodie gave me a shank
king of the hill, i wear glasses like hank
like he a baby, that n-gga got spanked
i was gon’ hit it but the lil’ b-tch stank (her stankin’ ass)
(f-ck ray makk)
let’s go band for band, meet me at the bank
glizzy dumb ass got smoked like a dank (sh-t)
munchy fat ass got left on his face (munchy)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
41 for the win, i been scorin’ them buckets like i’m jeremy lin
throw a shot if he sinnin’ for swin, i got bullets that’s rippin’ through all of his skin (like, d-mn)
this a message for all of the trolls, they don’t want beef with the bros (word to bro)
if i see a g, i’ma shoot
like, when i party, i think about lu
all this gas, i been feelin’ like snoop
this what the ray makk do (ray ray)
like, i been walkin’ ’em down like a troop
bro-bro been blowin’ his gun like that sh-t was a flute (like, d-mn)
like to diss on the ‘net, like, i can’t wait ’til i run into you (b-tch)
like, if i can’t get them doley, told bro throw a shot at the crew (grrah, grrah)

[chorus: dee billz]
in the spot and i came with the felons (i’m with the felons)
ray makk got hit in the back of his melon (ray makk)
and if i throw a bullet, i bet he catch it like beckham (like beckham)
i told rell b, “hop out the v and send them a message” (rell b)
grrah, like, if sheik got the wheel (skrrt), i know we gettin’ away (word to bro)
word to bro, one of mines got touched and we came to they block same day (on bro)
where are you goin’, lil’ n-gga? you cannot escape (where is you goin’?)
and if i got the rock, i might pass it like cp to blake (pass off)

[verse 3: kj swervo]
i see him movin’ like that, it’s a limp in his walk, kai glitchin’, throwin’ all he got (grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)
we take a hat out his apartment, if he tg, he crazy, them bg n-ggas gotta die
aj be talkin’ too much, he ain’t gettin’ away, if he see me, n-gga better duck (fat boy)
we puttin’ folks in the blunt, if he catch baby gee, tie him up and throw him in the trunk (grrah, grrah, boom)
they know i do what i want, every scene, front line, if he pfa, i let it dump (rrah-rrah)
slide on the beat, i’m tryna see what’s up
like, where humble gz? he never on his block
i’m with a four slidin’ with a six, if we catch us a—, leave him in the blunt
ray makk died on some backdoor sh-t (ray makk), n-gga, watch who you callin’ your friend
[verse 4: kai swervo]
standin’ on business, n0body on that for real when we pop up (word to bro)
got a mask on, cannot be seen on that block (grrah), you up first, when you see me, you back out (boom, boom, boom, boom)
this ain’t no regular drill, we get on that for real, tryna see if they chillin’ on back blocks (godd-mn)
he got shot tryna link with a smoochie, it’s way deeper than talk, ray makk caught a shot, that’s a head pop (ah, ah, ah)
free bootie, n-ggas ain’t really out shootin’, n-ggas die actin’ tough for the thooties (boom, boom, boom)
let me catch me a trooper, now it’s on time for the flute, hoodied up tryna bust him a new one
n-gga, freshy don’t do nothin’
we get the lo’, then we troopin’, i’m on court actin’ bad with a new one
seen the opps and i boomed it, von floxks rolled in a shooter
we pull up in they drop, n-ggas know that we boomin’ for boomer (godd-mn, word to bro)

- dee billz kyle richh vonoff1700

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