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letra de mood - doe boy

i’m ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint
word around town a n-gga then sent a hit
i hope that he don’t miss cause it’s a 100 rounds i this clip
put holes all in his body that n-gga look like a fence
let me tell you bout my case ima tell you how i got caught
yeah i stuck to the plan yeah it really wasn’t my fault
driver was just a p-ssy an i ain’t know he was soft
hop out an hit the l!ck he heard shootin an pulled off
no codefendant i ain’t snitchin i find myself down the road
n-ggas left me for dead an won’t even answer the phone
can’t wait til i touch down and get my hands on a pole
it’s n-ggas on my list and they dying when i come home
now idk how it feel when you wake up an you a b-tch
but i know how it feels when you real and you wake up rich
n-ggas you bet not slip i hope you don’t think you sl!ck
only reason you still breathing is money made me forget
i caught cases back to back so i didn’t know how to act
i be tweaking off thedrugs i be trippin when i off act
he a gangsta out inpublic but i court he turn to rat
p-ssy scared to go to jail cause my felons gon take his snacks
when i tell you i got shooters i promise you i don’t be playin
a savage with that glock ima shoot if it touch my hand
future told me i’m like pac and i took that sh-t to the head
cause i don’t bite my tongue when it come to my mind i say it
sneak dissin on the net but he lackinwhen he come in person
as soon as he get k!lled n-ggas say he didn’t deserve it
crying on the gram n-ggas sayin it wasn’t worth it
so f-ck ya dead homies and the n-ggas who merked em
they gone think it’s sweet but i keep some sh-t up my sleeve
don’t care if you a g cause you bleed just like how i bleed
i run up in his house and i make him plead on his knees
mind was made up before i came so he dying before i leave
money loyalty murder so we live by the gun
it ain’t nothin i wouldn’t give to make it back how it was
yeah i’m heartless but it’s love for all the crips and the bloods
an if a n-gga cross me i’ll leave him crippled in blood
yeah i’m posted at his spot and as soon as the door open
i’m in the trash can i jump out an i start blowin
thought sh-t was a game he was lackin he wasn’t focused
mask on gloves on n0body a ever notice
no you ain’t a boss you more like a mascot
let ’em try to run and they catching these back shots
shootin for the head so what can that vest stop
that 44 on my hip and i sling it like prescott
a n-gga worth a ticket you see i’m still in these trenches
all this jewelry on me a diamond won’t come up missin
gang don’t play about me you scratch me and n-ggas drillin
n-ggas with the plugs i’m just the one with extensions
i used to be the shooter now n-ggas gon shoot for me
they hating like i’m fog but n-gga this really me
say it to my face and i promise you he gone see
i ain’t freezing up like i’m jody i finish him like i’m p
need a rider like cause these b-tches is h-lla fake
need a b-tch that ain’t goin play grab my gun an let it spray
if you disrespect my gang i’m a send you to heavens gate
b-tch that draco get to singing it sounds like kevin gates
i’m ridin through the city just peeking behind the tint
word around town a n-gga then sent a hit
i hope that he don’t miss cause it’s a 100 rounds i this clip
this my codiene confessions i’m clutching it while i sip
yeah yeah

- doe boy

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