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letra de who dat - fbg young

[intro]
huh, f-ck
who’s there? ayy
okay (ayy, f-ck tow truck)

[verse 1]
12 hit the front door, jumpin’ out the window
this glock is a grown man, thirty-shot extendo
bond money on the way right now, don’t ask me what i’m in for
hold on, free my brother, b-tch, [?]
pull up with that cutta, b-tch, hold on, it’s a pick and roll
[?] what get me on
hand-to-hand, i serve it, though
i ain’t sayin’ i’m runnin’ sh-t, send my villains to get you gone
i don’t need no aim assist ’cause this chopper baby sh-t
k!llers in my mama yard, the feds wanna indict us up
pop the glock, the ruckus, uh
thick b-tch f-ck, no tusslin’
hit your b-tch ’round her son, so i told him, “we wrestlin'”
i’m k!llin’ sh-t, this evidence, bl–dy coat like butcher men
in the trap, don’t [?]
count this cash, no helpin’ hands
[chorus]
pray to god i make it, i tote that glock in front of my mama (my mama)
i got nosy neighbors callin’ 12 tryna f-ck up my commas (my commas)
go dumb for my baby, give it all to my lil’ youngin’ (my boy)
back-to-back in the latest, trap like vеgas, it do numbers, uh (trap)

[verse 2]
you better know matrix, whеn it’s wartime, we be on it, uh
our trap, it look straight, uh, i got sh-t to say
i sell that loud like, “what ya say?”
that munna brick in my dolce’s, wow, poof, doa
i must be jose, that’s no way, huh
my b-tch [?], this cash get bouquets
i was trappin’ on school days, trap go up on tuesdays
motherf-ck a case, boy, don’t get shot like 2k
nah, really with two ‘ks
when ya self-made, ya have it made, huh
that sig with me, it’s tailor-made
my diamonds shine in all the shades
this glock in reach, don’t be arranged, your sour-ass be lemonade
f-ck sh-t, i can’t entertain
me and all my cousins bang
this is the life of hard knocks, n-gga, gang-gang

[chorus]
pray to god i make it, i tote that glock in front of my mama (my mama)
i got nosy neighbors callin’ 12 tryna f-ck up my commas (my commas)
go dumb for my baby, give it all to my lil’ youngin’ (my boy)
back-to-back in the latest, trap like vegas, it do numbers, uh (trap)
[bridge]
pray to god i make it
pray-pray to god i make it
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—
pray to god i make it
pray to god i make it
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—
pray to god i make it
pray-pray to god i make it
i tote that glock in front of my mama
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—
pray to god i make it
pray-pray to god i make it
i tote that glock in front of my mama
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—
ayy, pray to god i make it
i tote that glock in front of my mama
i tote that glock in front of my mama
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—
ayy, pray to god i make it
i tote that glock in front of my mama
i tote that glock in front of my mama
tote-tote-tote that glock, i tote that glock, i—

- fbg young

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