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letra de my name - fire octagon

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[intro: fire octagon]
trap, trappin’ in the rain
said i look like usher when i’m trappin’ in the rain

[verse 1: fire octagon]
pull up on your block and we gonna let that thang go
my shorty bad, yeah she sweeter than a mango
i got shooters pointed at you every f-ckin’ angle
pull up where you sleepin’ and we gonna let that thang go

you ain’t talking money, then you ain’t talking my lingo
sliding on your block, cover up just like bingo
trappin’ at the spot, and we sellin’ that el pango
f-ckin’ ’round with me, we gon’ see you at the bangout

i ain’t playing ’round with that f-ck sh-t
pull up to the party or the function
and i’m sippin’ all this f-ckin’ mud, b-tch
yeah, it got my vision f-cked, got me all crunk b-tch (yeah)

[verse 2: water hexagon]
look at my wrist, fifty thousand
got so much money i could build a mountain
look at my wrist, fifty thousand
got so much money i could build a mountain (mountain)
[bridge: fire octagon]
jeez, this b-tch she give me brain
pull up on your block, you dumb?
got my trigger on my thumb

[verse 3: jacky buckets]
this is a prepaid collеct call from jacky buckets at your birds crib
this call may be subject to rеcording

jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat
jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat

jacky, what you doin over there for some birds?

off beat, on this mothaf-ckin’ beat
d-ck out my pants, jackin’ on my meat
sausage, cheese, toes, mothaf-ckin’ feet
jacky buckets throwing hands on this f-ckin’ beat

jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat
jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat
jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat
jacky jacky jacky jacky buckets on this beat

[verse 4: yung webz]
yung webz, pull up like its a track meet
i got your girl [?} it’s discreet
shoutout to wendy’s for this fire ass beat
yeah i drink up
me and the boys, yeah we linked up (yeah)
me and jacky homie double cup
slide into your crib

[bridge 2: fire octagon]
i just bought a new pair of pants, five rackies
i ain’t playin round, got no buckets, like no jacky

[outro: yung webz]
you a mothaf-ckin’ cuck
we about our bread like we jewish
yeah our hundreds blue-ish (yuh)

- fire octagon

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