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letra de attack - dqfrmdao

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[intro]
on foenem, man (o’block)
know what the f-ck i’m ’bout
huh?
([?]) what?

[chorus]
i was creepin’ through the opps
just me and foenem hittin’ blocks
d-mn near ran into a box
she like the way how i’m rockin’
so the b-tch just gave me top
then she stood and you know what?
she gave me drops on all the opps
and, b-tch, we spinnin’, yeah, non-stoppin’
yeah, o’block, that’s how we comin’
get on your ass, it ain’t no runnin’
lil’ tonki drummers for t. drumer
them bullets is burnin’, got you turnin’
yeah, on a mission tryna get this money
if you ain’t with it you get burned up
and from v. roy, yeah, boy, i learned somethin’
ain’t got no feelings, i’m tryna merk somethin’
[verse]
i talkin’ ’bout hurtin’ somethin’, put him in the dirt or somethin’
run up, closed casket, lil’ boy, i ain’t one of them
scratch off, f-ck twelve, bang it out in front of them
long live my n-ggas, boy, you know how i come for them
better not catch your ass in traffic
we got switches, we got fns
spin they block, i got him lackin’
you can’t run now, pistols blastin’
0-6-0, we livin’ lavish
yeah, b-tch, we ’bout that action
i got zell’, he on a tact’
if you run then he gon’ clap you
.762s, yeah, they tapped him
made the n-gga do a backflip
i keep a glizzy with attachments
just to blow a n-gga back out
we got them lo’s, it ain’t no hidin’ now
time to slide now
we gon’ ride down and just spaz out, pistols blastin’
then flee the scene and left it tragic
yeah, o’block, we on the map
and, b-tch, we known for that get back
in the ‘raq i tote these straps
take one of mine, don’t tit for tat
stop flexin’ on the ‘gram, you don’t even straps
micro drac’, that b-tch go (blah)
aim it at a n-gga head, left his body just flat
turn a n-gga to a pack, smoke his ass like scr-pp
don’t ask me why i’m this way ’cause i grew up where it ain’t safe
i jumped out, glizzy bust his brain and b-tch, you know i do my thing ’cause i was—
[chorus]
i was creepin’ through the opps
just me and foenem hittin’ blocks
d-mn near ran into a box
she like the way how i’m rockin’
so the b-tch just gave me top
then she stood and you know what?
she gave me drops on all the opps
and, b-tch, we spinnin’, yeah, non-stoppin’
yeah, o’block, that’s how we comin’
get on your ass, it ain’t no runnin’
lil’ tonki drummers for t. drumer
them bullets is burnin’, got you turnin’
yeah, on a mission tryna get this money
if you ain’t with it you get burned up
and from v. roy, yeah, boy, i learned somethin’
ain’t got no feelings, i’m tryna merk somethin’