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letra de 6 months - foogiano

[intro: foogiano]
you know what i’m sayin’, you hear them b-tches playin’ that “soicyboyz”, n-gga
know big ‘wop leave ’em f-cked (brrt)

[chorus: foogiano]
ho, i pop a perc’, i’m about my six blunts (ha, ‘za)
got rich in six months, it’s the mayor
i give you that work and i’ma go for it (what, what?)
i’ll never punt ’cause i’m a player (nah)
young n-gga be actin’, but i ain’t never cappin’ (nah, ho)
i’m the realest and i stand on it
them choppers be clappin’ (grrt), and i’m with chopper gang
p-ssy, we’ll drop the band on ’em
[post-chorus: foogiano]
i unwrap the package (ho), yeah, i’ve been trappin-trappin’ (ho)
yeah, since i was a young n-gga (ho, what?)
you know i’ma tax ’em (what?), and i ain’t ever lackin’
n-gga, know i got the drum with me
‘wop told me to flip him, i gave him two to the head (ho)
onе to the chest, he gonе (boom, boom, boom)
dumb-ass n-gga (dumb), yeah, i told that p-ssy n-gga (huh, yeah)
i’d never make a song (ho)

[verse 1: foogiano]
but we get ’em gone, just by the low (huh?)
‘fore the fame, i was f-ckin’ them hoes (huh, foo, foo, what?)
i was robbin’ all them boys with the blow
and if he broke, i left his ass on the floor (boom)
nah, i ain’t no rookie, yeah, that’s for sure (huh?)
check the charts, i’m top five on the score (five)
me and shiesty, n-gga, we on a roll
soicyboyz, we like fantastic four (ice, ice, ice)
i keep a glock, i stay on the block
i call ‘wop, i promise body gon’ drop (boom, boom, boom)
got more money than me? you need to stop (ice)
got so many racks, can go by the lot (racks)
i point the glock and, n-gga, you see the dot (boom)
and if i pull it, then your body gon’ flop (huh?)
you should’ve died, i heard that you was a cop (died)
had to put that dumb-ass n-gga on fox (brrt, bah, bah)
[chorus: foogiano]
ho, i pop a perc’ (ha, perc’), i’m on my sixth blunt (what?)
got rich in six months, it’s the mayor
i give you that work and i’ma go for it (what, what?)
i’ll never punt ’cause i’m a player (ho)
young n-gga be actin’, but i ain’t never cappin’ (ho)
i’m the realest and i stand on it
them choppers be clappin’, and i’m with chopper gang
p-ssy, we’ll drop the band on ’em (grrah, grrah, grrah)

[post-chorus: foogiano & pooh shiesty]
i unwrap the packet (ho), yeah, i’ve been trappin-trappin’ (trap)
yeah, since i was a young n-gga
you know i’ma tax ’em (blrrrd), and i ain’t ever lackin’
n-gga, know i got the drum with me (grrt, grrt)
‘wop told me to flip him, i gave him two to the head (ayy, yeah)
one to the chest, he gone (boom, boom, boom, he gone)
dumb-ass n-gga, yeah, i told that p-ssy n-gga (blrrrd)
i’d never make a song (ayy, big blrrrd)

[verse 2: pooh shiesty]
b-tch, i’m a snake (snake), the move gon’ slime you out (slatt)
then hit your ass with the drac’ (slatt, grrt)
crossin’ tape, we gon’ leave a man down (mans blown)
when i pull up and bake the cake (i bake the cake)
now, it’s safe to say, hundred racks ain’t sh-t
hit for ninety-five in one day (nine on one day)
high speed chase in the dodge srt (skrrt)
had to do the dash in the wraith (skrrt, skrrt, brr)
b-tch, i mean business, stand on what i say (i say)
took off with rappin’ but still love to slay (i’m slayin’)
shot a video wednesday and an opp sunday (sunday)
foo want you dead, i’ma tell him “okay” (it’s good)
chop your ass up like a high-top fade (the chop)
gotta hold that gun, now i want some grenades (blrrrd)
rockin’ shade with the cam on, b-tch, we play (blrrrd, blrrrd, big blrrrd)
we just cop two and then, sh-t, we play (blrrrd, big blrrrd)
[chorus: foogiano]
ho, i pop a perc’, i’m about my six blunts (ha, ho, what?)
got rich in six months, it’s the mayor (huh)
i give you that work and i’ma go for it (what, what?)
i’ll never punt ’cause i’m a player (ho)
young n-gga be actin’ but i ain’t never cappin’ (actin’)
i’m the realest and i stand on it (foo)
them choppers be clappin’ and i’m with chopper gang
p-ssy, we’ll drop the band on ’em (grrah, grrah, grrah)

[post-chorus: foogiano]
i unwrap the package (ho), yeah, i’ve been trappin-trappin’ (trap)
yeah, since i was a young n-gga
you know i’ma tax ’em (huh?), and i ain’t ever lackin’
n-gga, know i got the drum with me (grrt, grrt)
‘wop told me to flip him, i gave him two to the head (ho)
one to the chest, he gone (boom, boom, boom)
dumb-ass n-gga (ho), yeah, i told that p-ssy n-gga
i’d never make a song (ho)

- foogiano

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