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letra de double rr - dusav

[intro]
bow, bow
boom, boom boom bow
gang sh-t man
y’all know how the f-ck we rocking
don’t start something you can’t finish

[chorus]
bop tryna pop him a double
while i’m tryna pop me a porsche
slide through the b, then we send more than four
don’t got a key, so we spinning through yours
catch me a opp, leave his top on a corner
bullets hit him now that boy a goner
there go the opps, so we get up on him
f-ck all the cops, we gon’ do it for ’em

[verse]
every day of the week, i’m posted
slide through the r, tryna leave sh-t toasted
i’m in the back, gsmash gon’ hold it
his car was slippin’, we stole it
big ass gun sh-t show when i tote it
you pull up i blow it
this xd leave sh-t wide open
i’m in the trap with g rec
we catch a sev’, then he getting stretched
screw tryna slide, might slide with a tec
boom in a dodge, tryna put sh-t to bed
f-ck a arm shot, catch one to the head
or probably the neck
thot b-tch tryna give me the neck
i love breesh, tryna cash out a ‘vette
like, free stretch
cops tryna hop, then they getting stretched
i’m tryna slide, then we leave a mess
i’m on the b, just me and lil mess
bg tryna play, like he play for the mets
my n-ggas sheisty, we not like the rest
i know a opp that got hit in his leg
money and demon be bussin’ off meds
he was dissin’, now he in my blunt
you smoking huff, while i’m smoking runts
you a goofy, walking with no gun
i got aim, so you can’t run
i be high, smoke weed by the ton
juice a demon, shooting sh-t for fun
i’m a big opp, so i keep me a gun
sh-t got a laser, no way you can run
i’m in a car with a stick
sh-t got more than fifteen in a clip
n-ggas goofy, beefing ’bout a b-tch
while i’m in the trap, serving dimes and nics
i got a sack, four hundred on the kicks
he a bum, he don’t got no drip
spot me a shark, get hit in his sh-t
pop me a shark, tryna cash out a whip
[chorus]
bop tryna pop him a double
while i’m tryna pop me a porsche
slide through the b, then we send more than four
don’t got a key, so we spinning through yours
catch me a opp, leave his top on a corner
bullets hit him now that boy a goner
there go the opps, so we get up on him
f-ck all the cops, we gon’ do it for ’em

- dusav

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