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letra de cap flow - doowop (gbe)

[intro: lil uzi vert]
uh

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
gucci ghost, she fill my ghost, i’ma get that mula (ghost, grra)
while my brother got loyalty, ain’t gotta pay my shooter (woah)
i was in the rack, all flashes, watch weight that i boo’ up (cap)
glowed up on a broke boy, just watch weight that you lose, yeah (gang)
put a hole in a broke boy, so big look like a hoola (that me)
now get money, tryna be my man’s, look at him like who ya? (savage)
no, you ain’t really with the sh-ts, i could just see right through ya (what?, b-tch)
no, no you can’t hang with the gang, we ain’t her junior (what?)
yes, i’ma boss, i’ma floss, and too i bang drugs, i feel like lupta (yeah)
get in the club with a .40 on the moss, i swear my gun is too tough (gang)
i was just with you b-tch, made her eat my two nuts (yeah)
all the opps mad ’cause we getting this guap, they can’t believe we brew up (uh)
we don’t know them (uh), but best believe they knew us (uh)
i was in the drop, made up all this cap, i had to pour up like two cups (yeah)
had to get on a flight to madagascar and these n-gg-s still can’t move us (b-tch)
let me hit ’em bro, i don’t care if he sue us (b-tch)

[verse 2: doo wop & lil uzi vert]
n-gg- i was really in the field, while they lil stay in the house so suit up (grrr)
me in doo wop in la, and we made two wet on a cougar (no cap)
now i’m in the hills, just popping up pills, so i’m cooling like a cooler
vvs diamonds, hit off the raf simons, man, shout out to my jewler (opps)
your love just got brain, now she smarter than a tutor (brain)
her top gave me sane, yeah, oblongata her medulla (brain)
but we don’t chase hoes, all we chase is that mula (guap)
i’m still in the trap, and my boys sell packs, that’s the way we still maneuver (money)
clip long as a ruler, fn got a cooler (bih)
tech nine need to juke ya, been had chops b-tch, this ain’t new to us (ayy, ayy)
nothing new, battle my choppa, shoot at her (ayy)
we aim at your mind and you prolly could lose your life (ayy, ayy)
you n-gg-s b-tches, you really ain’t shooting, no
i f-cked on this b-tch and i wetted her coochie (what?)
you n-gg-‘s diamonds ain’t doing no stupid stuff
told a little goofie, just give all this goofie up
100 round clips, they talking no movie, huh
your life is boring, that means that your movie sucks
we keep getting money, this sh-t ain’t new to us
i got the drugs with the bougie cut
might just go shoot up your funeral
my n-gg-s soldiers, they say you ain’t losing us
lose a lil money on the stick (yeah)
we do the shooting, ain’t no n-gg-s shooting us
i had to pull up syringe, feds be around and that b-tch be choosing us (b-tch)

[outro: lil uzi vert]
uh, woah, b-tch, uh
got 150 racks, my b-tch gbe
got 150 racks, my b-tch gbe
got 150 racks, my b-tch gbe

- doowop gbe

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