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letra de on my own - fredo bang & tec

[intro]
(what up, heero?)
(heero)
(hardbody)

[verse 1: tec]
i be tryna stay in my own lane
but sometimes, get road rage, p-ssy n-ggas in my way
savin’ up my funds just wan’ cop some more k’s
where the f-ck is you gon’ run when bullets come from both ways? (rraow, baow)
scared of the beef, get off the streets, you get walked on
brand-new opp and i just put him in a raw cone

[verse 2: fredo bang]
brand-new glock, i put to work, then it won’t get found
i got long reach, i get you touched all on the compound
my whole life like stranger things, i be with creatures
back in the day, i kept that dog around like peter
you make a thrеat, i’ll swipe your life just like a visa
‘causе i got kids and they need me so i can’t reason
we smack your partner, then come back, we tryna double up
i love my glock, when i lay down, me and her cuddle up
ain’t too religious, but i pray that they don’t f-ck with us
was in a tee, laid him to rest up in a b-tton-up

[chorus: fredo bang & tec]
i been on my own so long, it feel easy
leavin’ out my home with chrome, i still keep it
i been done wrong so long, you can’t cheat me
they get in the way, they lay, they all bleedin’
i been on my own so long, it feel easy
leavin’ out my home with chrome, i still keep it
i been done wrong so long, you can’t cheat me
they get in the way, they lay, i’m talkin’ bloodbath
[verse 3: tec]
face ’em, can’t trace it, send a hit up off of whatsapp
two chrome bl!cks, feel like john wick when i clutch that
a convict, was rollin’ mojo sticks to get my buzz back
too late to dodge the smoke, b-tch, you already caught a contact
when it’s pressure, we don’t stunt ’bout it, bought an arp for one thousand
got a glock 23, i call it bron, it throw up gunpowder

[verse 4: fredo bang]
she tellin’ me to keep it p, how could i not? i been ’bout it
these bullets back to back like a and b, this tint, can’t see out it
put a date on the devil, get it clipped like metal
make it shoot like steph ’til it can’t no more

[verse 5: tec]
got the game in a headlock, draymond green
i’ma squeeze ’til a n-gga don’t play no more
twin call for the switch, i’m like, “say no more”
with the clique, hope an opp b-tch callin’ with the lo’
drop a n-gga like a tape with no promo
f-ck a gang, i’ma swing on them b-tches solo

- fredo bang tec

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