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letra de whole lotta! - fire octagon

[hook: tumer beets]
i cop a foreign, it’s cash, i’m countin these stacks just like (bum-bum-bum-bum)
pull up on your block with a strap, it’s a semi it clap just like (bum-bum-bum-bum)
b-tch i be makin’ these tracks, feel like bnyx with the bass (bum-bum-bum-bum)
hop in the foreign, i crashed, 200 my dash, it go vroom vroom, vroom

[verse 1: fire octagon]
we got a whole lotta backwoods
we got a whole lotta backwoods
smokin exotic i roll me a fat one
i flip a pack like a f-ckin’ gymnastic
put it in park, i ain’t talkin’ jurassic
three chains on my neck like a motherf-ckin’ hatrick
b-tch i’m a star, i ain’t talkin’ bout patrick
three hundred racks on a motherf-ckin’ fabric
twenty-six bitcoins inside of the mattress
i don’t give a f-ck about money, i’m trappin’
if you gon’ dip, i’ma pull out the hatchet
i got on my music, my speakers is blastin’

[hook: tumer beets]
i cop a foreign, it’s cash, i’m countin these stacks just like (bum-bum-bum-bum)
pull up on your block with a strap, it’s a semi it clap just likе (bum-bum-bum-bum)
b-tch i be makin’ these tracks, feel likе bnyx with the bass (bum-bum-bum-bum)
hop in the foreign, i crashed, 200 my dash, it go vroom vroom, vroom
[verse 2: fire octagon]
you don’t want smoke, static
got a new clip and this sh-t automagic
boot off the x, it’s a habit
i got my foot on the neck and it’s tragic
i’m pullin’ up with that brick in the plastic
call on my phone when you get to the palace
i’m flyin’ private, i don’t worry about traffic
you really ain’t slime, i can tell you what happened
i pour a deuce of that wock and that acid
i got a whole lot of bands outta trappin’
i’m on a roll now, you tell me what happened
i roll down the window, i smoke in the trap
coupe is all yellow, but it’s not a cab
growin’ that fentanyl up in the lab

[hook: tumer beets]
i cop a foreign, it’s cash, i’m countin’ these (countin’ these)
i got like seven dogs in my pack

[bridge: fire octagon]
told em i want it, i bring it right back
you ain’t my slime, and you never my slatt
b-tch i be makin’ these tracks, feel like bnyx with the bass (bum-bum-bum-bum)
hop in the foreign, i crashed, 200 my dash, it go vroom vroom, vroom
[hook: tumer beets]
we got a whole lotta backwoods
smokin’ exotic, i rolled me a fat one

- fire octagon

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