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letra de ðrank - dys davinci

[chorus]
back on the move, we ran out of tris
i got a cup and it’s nothing but stained
pour me a pool and be out the mix
i don’t need no finger pointing the blame
i’m feeling cool, i put on the ricks
put on the ksubis to go to the bank
you better be cool, i’ll pick out them bl!cks
talk bout my brother, i’ll point it and bang
when i’m on merc i back out the range
under the sun, it’s nothing but pain
i had a time with my shank
i’m up in my tank if a n-gga try upping his rank
crossed, i’m half dead up in the rav3
boy, don’t get blasted up in the way
n-ggas ain’t masked or throwing no flags
your body get bagged, ain’t nothing to save

[verse]
d-mn, he on that sh-t again
cup full of codeine and phenergan
bag me a o then i hit a 10
got the chips on the table, i’ll sin again
roll the dice, if i lose, i’ma win again
if i up in public, got rich again
i just spent a n-gga budget on a couple guns
i’m knowing that i’m finna hit again
he dead, i’m rolling
he fed, he bogus
cheap lead, can’t hold it
cheap res’, nah, can’t blow this
it’s too many drugs in the party
if feds do a raid i’ma scatter like roaches
i’m throwing the money in follies
if they try to find me, i already blowed it
i put some pills in my cup and they golden
soon as it kick, it’ll change how i’m moulded
sh-t’ll get fixed, hit the stick ‘til it cl!ck
it don’t take but a moment to change how we rolling
i’m off oxy, henn, and truffles, and i’m bout to go get me some shrooms
but i realized my cup is still empty
don’t know if i’ll come back to the room
[chorus]
back on the move, we ran out of tris
i got a cup and it’s nothing but stained
pour me a pool and be out the mix
i don’t need no finger pointing the blame
i’m feeling cool, i put on the ricks
put on the ksubis to go to the bank
you better be cool, i’ll pick out them bl!cks
talk bout my brother, i’ll point it and bang
when i’m on merc i back out the range
under the sun, it’s nothing but pain
i had a time with my shank
i’m up in my tank if a n-gga try upping his rank
crossed, i’m half dead up in the rav3
boy, don’t get blasted up in the way
n-ggas ain’t masked or throwing no flags
your body get bagged, ain’t nothing to save

- dys davinci

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