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letra de kobe - foolio

[intro: [?]]
[?], what’chu want, n-gga?

[chorus:]
first shootout this week, i ain’t goin’ in the house ’till i get like 3
slidin’ in the skat with a mac in the back ’cause i heard n-ggas lookin’ for me
swerving in traffic, i’on care what’chu do lil’ bruh, keep yo’ eyes on that jeep
my youngin’ a king in a pair of some jordans, he slidin’ with .223’s
lil’ robber caught a murder, but just like zaytoven, you know that case gon’ get beat
them crackers’ll hang you jitt, put yo’ head to your feet
we move like the army, i feel like a farmer, n-gga i’m lookin’ for beef
jitt, you not a threat, ’cause boy if you were woulda’ been pulled up to your street
woulda’ been pulled up wit the heat
woulda’ been made you use your feet
slam a opp with a chop like o’nеal (shaq)
feel like curry, i’m shooting a 3
i’m the same jitt from back in thе g
n-ggas know ain’t no lackin’ with me
and all the opps like tyler perry, them n-ggas be acting to me

[verse:]
step in the room with 3 shottas’, all together like 50-some’ bodies
all 3 off perkies and molly, and you know we in love with them choppas’
hopped out of the back of a steamer
these balenci’s look just like adidas
cold heart, but i stay with a heater
and i bet on my stripes like a zebra
double c’s, got chanel on my shirt
play crazy, get popped like a perc
every morning, i pray for the best
every night, i prepare for the worst
i don’t wanna get put on a shirt
i don’t wanna get put in the dirt
know they gonna be crying and hurting, but f-ck it, i’m a hot boy like durk
i got it all on my own
post on the block with my stone
why you left me all alone?
surrounded by steppas, i got control
like 6ix9ine, you a troll
n-ggas be acting like hoes
all in my business, all in my pockets, d-mn big bruh, you old
n-gga i get it and split it, ayy
we get them stolens and did it, ayy
you ain’t getting money, then you in the way
you just a groupie hoe, you not my bae
run up on me, get shot in the face
7.62, fell in love with the k
run up on me and you play, you lay
ain’t gonna be room for instagram thuggin’ in that grave, n-gga
[interlude:]
dead ass n-ggas
leeky ass died on that lean, his b-tch ass croaked, f-ck n-gga
big 6 from the bricks, n-gga
n-gga be doin’ all that instagram thuggin’, ain’t getting no get back
f-ck n-gga, f-ck you n-ggas talkin ’bout?

[chorus:]
first shootout this week, i ain’t goin’ in the house ’till i get like 3
slidin’ in the skat with a mac in the back ’cause i heard n-ggas lookin’ for me
swerving in traffic, i’on care what’chu do lil’ bruh, keep yo’ eyes on that jeep
my youngin’ a king in a pair of some jordans, he slidin’ with .223’s
lil’ robber caught a murder, but just like zaytoven, you know that case gon’ get beat
them crackers’ll hang you jitt, put yo’ head to your feet
we move like the army, i feel like a farmer, n-gga i’m lookin’ for beef
jitt, you not a threat, ’cause boy if you were woulda’ been pulled up to your street
woulda’ been pulled up wit the heat
woulda’ been made you use your feet
slam a opp with a chop like o’neal (shaq)
feel like curry, i’m shooting a 3
i’m the same jitt from back in the g
n-ggas know ain’t no lackin’ with me
and all the opps like tyler perry, them n-ggas be acting to me (f-ckin’ goofies)

- foolio

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