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letra de bleed - fastmoney ant

[intro: dcg shun]
uh-huh (d-mn, drako, you made this? go)
uh-huh (go)
uh, uh, uh-huh
uh-huh, uh-huh (go, go, go)
uh, uh, uh-huh (ayy, fox, why you so godly?)

[verse 1: dcg shun]
can’t shout out my opps, come get in with me, i’m in the city with a big-ass fifty (fifty)
all my opps been actin’ laced, i think them n-ggas been hangin’ with diddy (woah, woah)
all my friends been switchin’ sides, they been tryna diss me, ross and drizzy
but i’ll k!ll one of my friends, woo, melly in the back of a bentley, p-ssy (yeah)

[verse 2: dbg bsavv]
alright, back in the day, they ain’t show no pity (no pity)
we’ll still chop a whole n-gga hands off if he do somethin’ sticky, we don’t do no stealin’ (what?)
my old b-tch mad ’cause i’m ridin’ first class, my new b-tch bad and she look like nicki
and them boys still mad how we got on they ass, i just hopped out blastin’ and blowin’ the fifty (frr, frr)

[verse 3: dcg shun]
get that lo’, i’ma swing my door, i’ma bounce out blowin’ with this big-ass .40 (yeah, yeah)
i don’t wanna argue, you ain’t got a body, i cannot respond to a b-tch-ass shorty
big boss shun ain’t takin’ no orders, i skipped that n-gga, f-ck goin’ in order (n-gga)
soon as he get in the car, i’ma clap him, might put me a tracker right up in his motor

[verse 4: dbg bsavv]
alright, n-ggas ain’t used to playin’ this game ’cause soon as n-ggas die, they drop the controllers (alright)
look, if it’s a mad b-tch, i gotta fold her, if your b-tch dumb, then you gotta mold her (you gotta what?)
speak on the gang, lil’ n-gga, we thirsty as sh-t, we’ll pop straight out of the toaster
leave a n-gga sh-t on the side of the curb like some ramen noodles and a side of [?]
[verse 5: dcg shun]
i beat my case or did my time, n-gga, call my bluff or pull my folder (i swear to god)
i’m young and turnt, shout out boosie, ain’t buyin’ no bronco, i bought her a rover (yeah)

[verse 6: dbg bsavv]
n-gga, clear this lane when i come through sh-t, boy, i’m tryna put sh-t all on a poster (come here)
n-gga stowed away, he tried to run and dip, this b-tch on my back, it’s hurtin’ my shoulder (alright, don’t run)

[verse 7: fastmoney ant]
ayy, seen too much blood, i can’t go to sleep, gotta pour me a four of tris
i been tryna take my time up on them hits, this a regular 3, no switch
bro been beat him a body, now he on the band, he put a leash on my pit
all my fans on d-ck in my comments, i dropped more lean than hits
d-mn, get fresh, don’t take pics
big-ass kit, spilled lean on my ricks
she cheat, i cheat, we meant
i buy her a bag, she buy me gl!cks
ho think i’ma leave my b-tch for her, she must be high off fent’
they don’t even bring dude stupid ass on hits, he can’t play ball, no tip
dumb, he can’t play ball, he don’t start
.300 blackout stick like darts
and my first hit went hard
when we was done, you could hear my heartbeat
you better put your b-tch in park
when i post pics, the bop b-tch heart me
and i don’t even got no kids, but so much baby bottles, sneak hi-c’s
[verse 8: yfg fatso]
biggest reaper, i got so many souls, real bag, get so many hoes
all my opps really b-tches, they don’t be outside, where they be at, n0body knows
forty-two k on my amiris, only sixteen, i’m walkin’ through, pockets on swole
i’m jumpin’ out first, i’m thirsty to use my burst, my 20 went right through his nose
this ain’t no drill, it’s real, i’m pushin’ up first on a n-gga, can’t let him get out
we wanna k!ll, the other lil’ boy got drilled, he couldn’t get his gun out
he gaspin’, he ain’t even at a refill, his lungs and blood just keep comin’ out
we who been spinnin’ the city, i bought every drac’ on the 8, we ain’t seein’ a drought
count it through off in my head, i guess i can see rondo body, won’t try with me
n-ggas who be with me ready to die for me, this one a drac’, i don’t think he survivin’ it
how many hoes i flooded? i lost count in this sh-t, i don’t why they askin’ me
i got some more for my hood, but if you ever get caught, your case say i’m supplyin’ it
i’m the n-gga your n-gga wan’ be
i be f-ckin’ ’em up, but i ain’t do enough, i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m like meek
no diddy, why they put the laws on me?
we ridin’ through in the straight with a whole lot of straps tryna peek in your hood
havin’ this sh-t, boy, i’m badder than a b-tch, i don’t care if she a ho, she just gotta be down for me

[verse 9: lil king]
i’m up in traffic with real-deal k!llers and drillers, b-tch, don’t get your car beat (b-tch, don’t get your car beat)
amiri the denim, the cuban one-fifty, roll up while a opp b-tch top me (while a opp b-tch top me)
i can make a b-tch f-ck for birkin, this nothin’, i’ll turn a b-tch up, i am not cheap (i am not cheap)
got the wood on the opp block choppin’ trees, ’til i catch me a face, i’m not leavin’ (where the top n-gga at?)
bad lil’ b-tch eat s-m-n, just for the night, you can’t stay for the weekend (can’t stay for the weekend)
my lil’ brother a bug, he a demon, pop out when it’s dark with a glock and a ski-mask (with a glock and a ski-mask)
on the e-way, i’m d-gg-n’ the scat pack, go on a ride and the tracker on c12 (the tracker on c12)
two-hundred the dash, the engine a v8, i’ll make this b-tch feel like a v12 (i’ll make this b-tch feel like a v12)
still on the 8 block, reap ‘nem swell (reap ‘nem swell)
and we spin n-ggas’ blocks, they don’t be there (they don’t be there)
hop out arp, put this b-tch to his face, now he balled up from .223 sh-lls (now he balled up from .223 sh-lls)
amg jump the curb, release h-ll (release h-ll)
big straps in the car, can’t be here (nah, i can’t be here)
pourin’ pints after pints, i need help (need help)
f-ck the opps, tryna give they whole team belt (tryna belt they team)

- fastmoney ant

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