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letra de computers - fbg wooski

i guess it’s war with the police ’cause ain’t no competition
i f-cked her face then kicked her out and they ended up kissin’
just like lil steve when that .40 clucked ’em while he was p-ssin’
it’s tutu gang b-tch, we the mothaf-ckin’ opposition
i’m so bdk, cpdk and tymbk
boy, f-ck o’block, b-tch we front$treetk and we brickcityk
i’m smokin big a in traffic, tryna catch durk or edai
slide on nuski day, these .30’s spray, you die the nuski way
i’ma show these n-ggas how we play, outside of where he stay
popped out that cut, we f-cked him up, all he got was a three way
i’m lеanin off this blood money, i can’t even see straight
400eastk and whеrever he lack that’s where he lay
i left him lookin’ like d thang for reachin’ for my chain
gang, bullets rain, i let it bang, that sh-t run in my veins
this keta let us run her over and foenem ran a train
they know my name, what’s understood, ain’t need go be explained
boy, tookaville, we shoot to k!ll, boy, this sh-t super real
bail out on him with the draco and watch shorty sh-t spill
they terrified, n-ggas telling on me, so i’ma chill
foenem stood over j-money and put four in his grill
for real, now go ask lil boo how that hot sh-t feel
hk got caught tryna pump fake and foe got on his heels
and everytime we on they block, somebody gon’ get k!lled
won’t l’a me in the studio, boy, i keep the steel
b-tch, i just got a brand new glock, what we do?
oh, we just caught a brand new opp
[bridge]
y’all already know what it is
stl, 063, man, shout out ebt, man, we don’t wanna talk
r.i.p. and free the guys
n-ggas wanna talk, i don’t wanna talk, man
shout out jaro city and shout out scr-pp gang, man
let me show these n-ggas how we rock, bdk, b-tch

[verse 2]
you can get dealed like odee, baldy, chino or pluto
if you lackin’ while it’s crackin and if you claimin’ 2-4
thinking the swisher, we’ll come get ya boy that’s how we move doe
pulled up and popped ’em in his ass ’cause he was runnin’ too slow
hallucinatin off this white white, right now i’m losing it
st. lawrence three times, all my n-ggas married to shooting sh-t
now who the f-ck wanna go to war with some lunatics?
bailed out on normal letting that fn and that ruger spit
b-tch, my mind on business, boy, all my n-ggas vicious
ain’t got no time for no snitches, so who witness it gets it
red and green beams like it’s christmas, don’t walk lookin’ suspicious
’cause we don’t shoot from no distance or we don’t do sneak disses
in the kitchen, water whipping, them bricks, we steady flippin’
go dog shoot like scottie pippen, that’s big glo what we sippin’
d-mn, all the opps steady cl!ckin’ up and they steady trickin’
and why the cops hot on our block? ’cause n-ggas steady missin’
don’t make me pull up on yo’ ass and pop the trunk (boom, boom)
nello pop up out that b-tch with that pump (with that boom, b-tch)
huh? yeah, he gon’ leave you slumped (boom, boom, boom)
pick his body up, now put that n-gga in the trunk, in the trunk
in the alley where you get dumped, where you get dumped
burn all the evidence so sure we won’t get booked (we won’t get booked)
huh? and why you actin like you drunk? you ain’t on nothin’
tweak with one of us, you can get shot, stabbed or stumped
roll up another blunt (another one)
i’m flee as f-ck and so icy, i let it stunt
and for tb and poppie, b-tch, we on a hunt (for lil’ bro, lil’ b-tch)
two n-ggas died the same month (on foenem grave, they did)
b-tch, i just got a brand new fifty shots
f-ck the cops, tell ’em free my n-gga 50 shots (free 50, bro)
get yo’ shytsplaytgang, man, we don’t wanna talk…

- fbg wooski

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