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letra de first 48 - fetty jey

[intro]
glah
lisa
suck my d-ck n-gga
big edk, n-ggas know what the f-ck going on n-gga
benji in the air, we don’t care, smoke the n-gga, till i’m there you heard?
ayo sprinklez, get that n-gga

[verse 1: fetty jey]
notti got put in a spliff, yeah he hitting
if he drop my crip, then i’m throwing like 6
like, these n-ggas, they better listen
n-gga edk, don’t add another k
if you do, then i’m upping the smithn
push up on me, a hole in your fitted
and for nerty, i shoot all the victims
and for lefty, i’m going out cl!cking (stupid)

[verse 2: mori bklu & sprinklez]
stand on my ground, posted on my pivot
leave a new n-gga dead, fill a n-gga with lead
and i told bro, roll up the benji (benji)
and lil rando got choppеd on the block, broad day with his knock and they still tryna diss me
don’t beef with thе os, but we smoking on diddy
f-ck that, we gonna mix him with rippy
she a baddie, she tryna get litty
i’m a real n-gga, don’t gotta diss
pop the p-ssy, then i gotta dip
and i’m getting money every week
if you not, then i don’t wanna hear you speak
i keep rapping, gonna reach my peak
and i keep knocks in the back of the v, like
in the v, i ain’t spinning on feet
i see a opp, he get beat till he bleed
[verse 3: fetty jey]
all these new n-ggas just wanna diss
i smoke lisa, she up in my spliff
i heard benji died with his stick
big makk k, send a makk off his strip
me and mori put the beam on the grip
and i smoke ray, n-gga wasn’t no shooter, like
me and brodie do hits on a scooter
bad little b-tch, and she tryna maneuver
talk on my deads, that’s a ticket to death
smoking benji, i mix him with heff
mori cl!cking, cl!cking till he deaf
if i see rundown, put him to rest

[verse 4: sprinklez]
stay where i am, cause i don’t like to dip
get to that bag, tryna stay out the mix
i got the beam, that n-gga better not trip
we tryna flock a n-gga, get him hit
i just start bugging, emptying the clip
gun to his chest, or knife to his hip
these n-ggas dissing, they don’t know we fl!ck?
i said before, like i don’t gotta diss
tryna f-ck on a b-tch, fell in love with a b-tch
rat on the gang, can’t f-ck with no snitch
gunning for nert, shoot whenever he get dissed
back out the burner, burn him to a crisp
[verse 5: mori bklu]
big mori bklu, i cl!ck it when i cl!ck it
jc in the blunt for the visions
like rundown got flocked, n-gga though we seen it
put a b in a box, do that every season
he drop my loc, we gonna have to squeeze it
the switch on the glock, they know i’m a demon (word to my dead)
and that boy do not flock, but he shooting victims
come to my block and show me how you cl!ck it (suck my d-ck)
they got so many deads, it’s insane
jc, lisa, roscoe, jay
put hands on a n-gga, if i don’t got-
you get shot on your block if you dissing my gang like

[chorus: fetty jey]
notti got put in a spliff, yeah he hitting
if he drop my crip, then i’m throwing like 6
like, these n-ggas, they better listen
n-gga edk, don’t add another k
if you do, then i’m upping the smithn
push up on me, a hole in your fitted
and for nerty, i shoot all the victims
and for lefty, i’m going out cl!cking (stupid)

- fetty jey

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