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letra de scene - dthang

[intro]
bunny hop, bunny hop
grrah, grrah
y to the gz, gz to the sky
never put a o before my y
free my hearts
(24s, n-gga)
like, pull white like bands, start geekin’
pull white like, gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
i’ma slide to they p’s with my 9 like ibaka, like
i’m the man of my rasta, dissin’ the dead, then we smokin’ his father, like
i told gang to move proper, free all my muddies, this stuff’ll get harder
they know rpt n-ggas problem
like, free all my muddies, this stuff’ll get harder
they know rpt n-ggas problem
i’ma slide to they p’s with my 9 like ibaka, like
i’m the man of my rasta, dissin’ the dead, then we smokin’ his father, like
i told them to move proper, free all my muddies, this stuff’ll get harder
they know rpt n-ggas problem
like, free all my muddies, this stuff’ll get harder
they know rpt n-ggas problem
[verse]
baby, now go crazy, like
i bet on my cuban, he throwin’ like brady
my ooter, he showin’ off daily
and, b-tch, he a demon, he start filayzin’
told gang just send the addy
and she think she gon’ lie, then she goin’ out bad
with pd we flyin’ to cali
back shots got her calling me daddy
but that thot for the streets, she think she can have me
back shots got her calling me daddy
but that thot for the streets, she think she can have me
back shots, like, gang, gang, gang
see them blue lights in the back of the car?
then we headin’ out right
headin’ out left, don’t stop at no lights, like
like, don’t stop at no lights, like
when i tote on this 30, i feel like i’m steph, b-tch
b-tch, i’m shooting from d though
don’t slide to their d, just make up some mess
if i catch an o, yeah, he gettin’ k!lled
that’s the reason my demon, like
i tote, step toes, then we creep
if they throw shot, we throwin’ fifteen
like, empty the clip, like, you know what i mean? like
if you diss on woo lotti, you gon’ die the same week, like
you know i gotta go geek, like
i know, aim and go tweet, like
you never did nothing, now i got what?
put that on yg, like, gang, gang
and yeah, i’m the driver, i’m broggin’ drifty
i’m the reason the whole bronx litty
and i cannot link if i don’t got sitchy
and you cannot lie me, don’t care if you pretty, like
like, gang, gang, gang
when they took all my muddies, that sh-t got me hurt
they was tryna put n-ggas on shirts
they put a o in the dirt
so now i don’t f-ck with them if i don’t got percs
[interlude]
and i got the chips, still got competition
and i ain’t a fish in the bait, got thotty mission
we catch that lil’ boy, he gon’ go out missin’
they spin on they bikes, they gon’ go out missin’

[outro]
gang, gang, gang
r.i.p. woe
gang, gang, gang
grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, boom
(24s, n-gga)

- dthang

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