letra de activated - ebk jaaybo
[intro]
you ain′t never did a-, pass me that-
you ain’t never did a drill
you ain′t never did a-, look
look
[chorus]
you ain’t never did a drill, free max, that’s a mad n-gga (that’s a mad n-gga)
free melly, free p–pie from the clan, n-gga
my lil n-gga 13, but he keep toy
it’s up there, but i’m still screaming, “free boy!” (free boygunna, n-gga)
i hate a broke basic b-tch, that ain’t got nothin’ (got nothin’)
make that left on scribner street, i think i spot somethin’ (make that left on scribner street, n-gga)
if you beat me on them backstreets, i’m mob huntin’ (i’m mob huntin’, n-gga)
this n-gga speakin’ on my pops, but ain’t pop nothin’, ay (ay, ay, ah-ah-ahhh)
why would i funk with you n-ggas, y’all ain’t slid yet (still ain’t slid)
this moncler got me lookin’ like i bench press (lookin’ like i bench press)
i’m gon’ wet some sh-t down, while ya’ll clout chasin’ (why ya’ll clout chasin’)
this n-gga think i’m out of state, i’m at his housе waitin’
n-gga, if you a k!ller, i’m gon’ feel the vibes
but i was funkin’ with somе k!llers, n-ggas stand inside (in the house)
we gon’ beat that house up, make n-ggas come outside (make n-ggas come outside)
on the real, it’s been some weeks, how long y’all finna hide? (how long y’all finna hide?)
all you south b-tches really wanna f-ck with us (broke b-tches)
so get the f-ck up off the ‘gram like it′s up with us (get the f-ck up off the ‘gram, hoe)
and yeah that diss song slap, but pick your brother up (go pick yo’ homie up)
he on what? we finna tear that motherf-cker up (we finna tear that motherf-cker up)
[verse]
heh, he at his house, so we gon’ sit on it
i just went to j grave, and took a p-ss on it
can’t wait ’til cuz come home, so we can get on him
if i was there when, other blood died, i woulda spit on him
n-gga, these all facts, this is not a diss
can’t funk with cuz, he was speaking on me to the b-tch
if i don’t wanna get him gone, i’ll leave it up to sis
and i′m gon’ get you if she tell me, “ask the last victim”
that’s the reason i was locked up the last christmas
was at the schoolhouse with yannin’, tryna bag n-ggas
a couple n-ggas that i really loved turned to opps
so i’m gon’ charge it to the game and bend that n-gga block
fell off my dog, i had to get my shooter back
could have invested in his b-tch, but i ain’t doing that
yeah, ay, but i ain’t doin’ that
ay
[chorus]
you ain’t never did a drill, free max, that’s a mad n-gga (that’s a mad n-gga)
free melly, free p–pie from the clan, n-gga
my lil n-gga 13, but he keep toy (he keep yannin’, n-gga)
it’s up there, but i’m still screaming, “free boy!” (free boygunna, n-gga)
i hate a broke basic b-tch, that ain’t got nothin’ (got nothin’)
make that left on scribner street, i think i spot somethin’ (make that left on scribner street, n-gga)
if you beat me on them backstreets, i’m mob huntin’ (i’m mob huntin’, n-gga)
this n-gga speakin’ on my pops, but ain’t pop nothin’, ay (ay, ay, ah-ah-ahhh)
why would i funk with you n-ggas, y’all ain’t slid yet (still ain’t slid)
this moncler got me lookin’ like i bench press (lookin’ like i bench press)
i’m gon’ wet some sh-t down, while ya’ll clout chasin’ (why ya’ll clout chasin’)
this n-gga think i’m out of state, i’m at his house waitin’ (i’m at his house waitin’)
if you a k!ller, i’m gon’ feel the vibes (aye)
but i was funkin’ with some k!llers, n-ggas still inside
we gon’ beat that house up, make n-ggas come outside
on the real, it’s been some weeks, how long y’all finna hide?
all you south b-tches really wanna f-ck with us
so get the f-ck up off the ‘gram like it′s up with us
and yeah that diss song slap, but pick your brother up
he on what? we finna tear that motherf-cker up
[outro]
aye, 2-1, n-gga
southeast
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