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letra de pain & pressure - foolio

[chorus]
i put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name
that come with insurance and stretchers
all my n-ggas thuggin’, i know i’m handsome as h-ll
but baby girl, my past ugly
my cup muddy, i’m numb to the pain and the pressure
’bout bibby, we goin’ extra, can’t wait ’til we catch ’em
surrounded by shooters and steppers
i send ’em, they shoot up your shelter

[verse]
i’m steppin’ on leaks, b-tch, and who f-ckin’ with me?
who got them choppers like me, rockin’ like me?
who catchin’ bodies like me?
shoot up the ‘partment like me? slidin’ with three
i got my eyes on his jeep ’cause this b-tch here lookin’ creep
223, k!ll for osama, i guarantee that n-gga k!llin’ for me
we pull up and hurt sh-t, thuggin’ like bg, that no limit, turk sh-t
this perc’ hit
r.i.p. durk, b-tch, we hop out and shirt sh-t
my chopstick, i love my glock, b-tch
f-ck all the opps, b-tch
that hot sh-t, they gon’ feel that hot sh-t
i’m gettin’ their block hit
lowkey in the scat, back-to-back stolos and splats
back-to-back, touring jack
this sh-t forever, i swear, boy, we need some medals
’cause war, we dominate that
i’m still in the bricks, young n-gga still on the six
young n-gga still hittin’ l!cks, still got a gl!ck
just got a million dollar deal and we still on the block with the sh-ts (uh)
flexed up on my ex (uh)
fresh off a jet and went straight to the ‘jects
that sh-t’s on my neck (wow)
fell back from that fake sh-t and ran up a check
that thot, she a bopper (d-mn)
post up in the trap, got choppers on choppers
n-ggas know how we rockin’
any time of the day, we can get sh-t poppin’
[chorus]
i put that on gang, boy, if you speak on my name
that come with insurance and stretchers
all my n-ggas thuggin’, i know i’m handsome as h-ll
but baby girl, my past ugly
my cup muddy, i’m numb to the pain and the pressure
’bout bibby, we goin’ extra, can’t wait ’til we catch ’em
surrounded by shooters and steppers
i send ’em, they shoot up your shelter

[outro]
we pull up and hurt sh-t, thuggin’ like bg, that no limit, turk sh-t
this perc’ hit
r.i.p. durk, b-tch, we hop out and shirt sh-t
my chopstick, i love my glock, b-tch
f-ck all the opps, b-tch
that hot sh-t, they gon’ feel that hot sh-t
i’m gettin’ their block hit
we pull up and hurt sh-t, thuggin’ like bg, that no limit, turk sh-t
this perc’ hit
r.i.p. durk, b-tch, we hop out and shirt sh-t
my chopstick, i love my glock, b-tch
f-ck all the opps, b-tch
that hot sh-t, they gon’ feel that hot sh-t
i’m gettin’ their block hit (their block hit)
ayy

- foolio

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