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letra de rundown gang - edot babyy

[intro]
(ransom, you f-cked this up)
grrah
it’s edot baby, b-tch
hol’ on
grrah, grrah, grrah, (boom-boom)

[chorus]
uh, i’m really rundown gang, i let that bang (boom)
free banker, was totin’ a hammer (boom, boom)
spot an opp and my n-ggas gon blam him
.357, this sh-t ain’t no jammer (at all)
grrah, grrah, grrah (grrah)
now he on a banner
i could never go beef with a dancer (at all)
y’all n-ggas broke, man go get y’all bands up (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
uh, i’m really rundown gang, i let that bang
free banker, was totin’ a hammer (gang, gang, gang)
spot an opp and my n-ggas gon blam him
.357, this sh-t ain’t no jammer (at all)
grrah, grrah, grrah
now he on a banner
i could never go beef with a dancer (grrah)
y’all n-ggas broke, man go get y’all bands up (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

[verse 1]
i been f-ck all the opps since april (they know that)
when you comin’ up them n-ggas gon’ hate you (facts)
these n-ggas really ungrateful
i done put n-ggas on and they ain’t say thank you (at all)
like, grrah, grrah
if you know then you know
bro got booked, still totin’ the pole
wе do hits, then we gotta get low (gotta gеt low)
oh, he think i’m a kid? i’ma send him up (gone)
on bro, i’ma shoot the whole seven up
put the stick on my waist, i’m a demon
i’m tryna leave him, hop out and bleed him
call me brady, i throw, he receive ’em (throw, he receive ’em)
caught him lackin’, he though i ain’t peep him (thought i ain’t peep him)
seen him
they know i’ma ‘oot, i don’t need a reason, look (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, boom)
shoutout my gang, thats one (yes)
every opp shot, n-ggas know,thats two
them n-ggas know what we do (that’s facts)
number three n-gga, just stick to the rules
or i’ma just spin through the, uh
i’ma just spin through the back door
it’s f-ck all them n-ggas that f-ck with them n-ggas
they really know that we grrah four
[chorus]
uh, i’m really rundown gang, i let that bang (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
free banker, was totin’ a hammer
spot an opp and my n-ggas gon blam him
.357, this sh-t ain’t no jammer (at all)
grrah, grrah, grrah (grrah)
now he on a banner
i could never go beef with a dancer (at all)
y’all n-ggas broke, man go get y’all bands up (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

[outro]
uh, i’m really rundown gang, i let that bang (gang, gang, gang)
spot an opp and my n-ggas gon blam him
.357, this sh-t ain’t no jammer (at all)
grrah, grrah, grrah (grrah)
now he on a banner
i could never go beef with a dancer
y’all n-ggas broke (rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)

- edot babyy

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