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letra de rpt freestyle - dthang

[intro: dthang]
gang
grrt, gzzly
rpt here (suck my yg d-ck)
smokin’ pablo legs
hold on, gang

[verse 1: dthang]
it’s dthang gz, and i’m back like i never left (i’m back)
lil’ n-gga, move right or you get left (bye)
call up, six shots, yeah, he bring the tech’ (grrt)
got a bad lil’ mami, and her p-ssy wet (mami)
i said we spinnin’, man, we spinnin’, man, they know what’s next (grrt)
i said we drillin’, n-ggas k!llin’, better get a vest (baow)
how the f-ck that lil’ n-gga died up in his ‘jects? (noah)
but f-ck that, we roll him up to relieve stress (noah)
i saw my opps, they just good for the internet (gang)
you catch ’em in person and they ain’t really into that (what happеned?)
i swear to god, man, they ain’t rеally into that (gang)
they ain’t really into that
[verse 2: edaigunz]
edaigunz, yeah, you dumb n-ggas behind me, posted in the t’s, couple gunnas right beside me
spin the bridge and i’m shootin’ like i’m kyrie, young gunna keep a pole, these n-ggas don’t like me
we start to pull up, face shot, id, posted on the 40, lotti, he beside me
catch a body, brodie, he go bango, bango, posted by the g like a range, yo
lil’ bro wanna pull up, then he see bangers, spin the court, 50 deep, hoppin’ out the ranges
if i like it, i’m takin’ his chains off, bango, 4sev, and you know what i name for
got bro in the back, that’s six shots, can talk to the boys, don’t f-ck with cops
can’t lack, gotta keep it, yeah, i got the chop, spin the block, i’m not f-ckin’, i just want the top

[verse 3: tdot2oppy]
always got the rocker, n-gga, and i’m changed to pop a n-gga
if you run up on me, i’ma have to blow your top, n-gga
and i’m with some gunnas, ttg’s, so better stop, n-gga
me and dthang gz will shape the v’s ’cause we got it, n-gga
and i got a lot on him, it’s pop full of brolin’, n-gga
spanish lil’ mami, and i’m tryna hit a island with her

[verse 4: lotti]
it’s lotti gz, and i’m down for the pita roll, posted in the t’s and i can’t trust a f-ckin’ soul
i keep it tucked, run up, i’ma have to blow, do a hit, clean the clip, then i pass to the bro
i’m on late nights on the set, dthang let it blow

[verse 5: tmac]
n-ggas talkin’ hot till we pull up to yo’ block and we send a couple shots, opp run up then get popped
uzi loaded, dig him up, got a baddie, get the drop and we pull up to yo’ spot
get the cash, never stop, bullets flyin’, bodies drop, got the bank, i’m a star
yeah, we ridin’ if we have the problem, get the family in the watch
since baby gz started swipin’ we been gettin’ guap
[outro: dthang]
grrt, suck my d-ck, n-gga, f-ck y’all n-ggas ’bout, n-gga?
[?]
y’all n-ggas know how the f-ck we comin’ man, gang

- dthang

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