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letra de freestyle - fbg duck & imm tragic

[verse 1: fbg duck & imm tragic]
…move around, vámonos
this that volcano, donald flow
this that [?] contra flow
(look, look)

[verse 2: imm tragic]
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas ’cause i hate y’all
and my flow crack like an eight-ball
melt his face off
boom, boom, boom, melt his face off
i’m ’bout to take off, hardbody sh-t
she on my d-ck ’cause she a hardbody b-tch
she wanna f-ck me, she say she love me, and i go crazy
but she go crazy probably, they know how i rock
[verse 3: fbg duck]
okay, i told her give me all her face, don’t want no asscheeks
folks caught a body, i bonded him out the next week
he ain’t got to stand in that motherf-cker
we all gettin’ money in this motherf-cker
we all got the tommy in this motherf-cker
and we ain’t scared, we’ll catch a body in this motherf-cker
big folks brought the shotty in this motherf-cker
don’t turn the party into a homi in this motherf-cker

[verse 4: imm tragic]
them b-tches tell you i’m the man, ridin’ ’round in a benz
doin’ hits, we strike again, your girl know who i am
i’m the man, i’ll flame some’, they know my name or somethin’
hardbody tragic keep a ratchet, if i take it off me
better run, n-gga, or be a dumb, n-gga
’cause i’ma dump, n-gga, f-ck a one-on-one, n-gga
you get jumped, n-gga, punched, n-gga, you get stomped, n-gga
you a captain, you’ll get crunched, n-gga
unload, then i reload
i get to shootin’, have him fallin’ he king kong
to you lil’ n-ggas, i am deebo
i’m a motherf-ckin’ dog, b-tch, i’m on beast mode

[verse 5: fbg duck]
i’ll crack a n-gga head, don’t care if he a zero
f-ck saving b-tches, i am not a hero
i am on the top, these n-ggas below
i’ll take yo’ chain, call me deebo
take a n-gga out his whip, b-tch, this is repo
this…
[break: imm tragic, fbg duck & ]
[?] beat
imm sh-t, man
imm, [?], let’s get it
die l’s, die y, man, for you f-ck n-ggas

ayy, look, ayy, look

[verse 6: fbg duck]
tragic, he’ll shoot a n-gga face off
but i’ll crack a n-gga head with the baseball
bat, but f-ck that, these n-ggas rugrats
so i brought the tommy for these suspect
-ass n-ggas, you a goofy-ass n-gga
c-ck-and-blast n-gga, camouflage, we in your grass, n-gga
you can get did like the last, n-gga
you can get shot in your sh-t and a broom stuck up your ass, n-gga

[verse 7: imm tragic & fbg duck]
they wanna ball, we can do that, all-black, they like, “who that?”
hoodie down and i’ll shoot a n-gga, i’ll do that
run up on me, then you a dead n-gga
infrared, n-gga, on your head, feel that lead, n-gga
hardbody tragedy, y’all n-ggas ain’t really ’bout it
stick to rappin’ ‘fore you get wrapped up
clapped up, bulletproof
boy, that car better be bulletproof before i flip it
thirty-two shots, hit him in the leg, have him limpin’
i’m a battle rapper n-gga, i’ll battle, i’ll rip it
if you want, he’ll shoot a n-gga, pull it out, i’ll k!ll him
melt a n-gga, they can’t help a n-gga
snapshot, selfie, n-gga
(okay, now look)
[verse 8: fbg duck & imm tragic]
i ain’t really with the d-mn arguin’
we’ll pull up in them cars and sh-t
like, “who the f-ck just said that on the internet?”
up a gun, we gettin’ into that
okay, i’ma stop playin’ with him (mhm, mhm)
if i don’t shoot him, then i’ma let my mans k!ll him
why the f-ck you do that? why you make his family cry?
why you show up to the funeral, look up in his family eyes?
like, “i’m sorry, miss,” “i’m sorry for your pass”
i’m lookin’ at him like, “he wrong with his bogush-ass”
i should’ve punched him in my face with my f-ckin’ cash
i should’ve unloaded in the funeral, then f-ckin’ blast
like, that’s your f-ckin’ ass, your lil’ pumpkin-ass (let’s get it)
[?] my f-ckin’ gat
my car got “200” on the f-ckin’ dash
when i punch the pedal, it go so f-ckin’ fast
just watch me mash, i ain’t talkin’ potato
but you can get shot in your head with a lego, i stack my money tall just like lego
a b-tch tried to take my money and run, i told her, “l’eggo my eggo”

[verse 9: imm tragic]
look, i can’t cuff a b-tch, so i tell ’em, “we gon’ f-ck or not?”
if your n-gga try me, baby girl, he feel a hundred shots
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, f-ck these n-ggas
middle fingers to these n-ggas, i’ll f-ckin’ punch and uppercut these n-ggas
thirty-two shots, this .32 hot
this .32 drop any n-gga that run up
you run up, i’ll pull the gun up, i’ll do that to a n-gga
they like, “d-mn, he go crazy, who that lil’ n-gga?” i’m hardbody tragic, i’m a…

[verse 10: fbg duck & imm tragic]
see, i [?] rappin’ on some fast sh-t
but i’ma just slow it down
it’s some snakes in the grass, watch me mow it now
b-tch, i am a big dog, if you ain’t know it, then you know it now
f-ck these n-ggas mean? how you talkin’ ’bout that money sh-t?
i gets money, b-tch, don’t talk to me about money, b-tch
’cause i am hungry, b-tch, so i’m gon’ get my ben franklins
why the f-ck they hatin’ and?
but i don’t really give a d-mn, i’ll shoot a n-gga in his head
i’ma shoot him [?] again to make sure he dead
i’ll turn a n-gga white cheek red
i’ll beam a n-gga, infrared, i ain’t scared
(yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 11: imm tragic & fbg duck]
if he with it, he can get it, if you want it, n-gga, pop out
thirty-two shots turn a n-gga
a high school n-gga into a dropout
we pop out when it’s hot out, that’s every time that you not out
better have on football equipment, we brought thoughts out
headshots, blow a n-gga locs out
i’m ’bout everything that you not ’bout
i pop out every day that you not out, you don’t want smoke, you’ll get smoked
thirty-two shots, lot of smoke, this big smoke
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas ’cause that’s b-tch smoke
my opps to me ain’t my f-ckin’ opps to me
on chief, y’all the cops to me
(’cause they ain’t sendin’ shots at me)

[outro: imm tragic & fbg duck]
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
let’s get it (you hear me?)

- fbg duck imm tragic

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