letra de irregular - ftl rath
[intro]
my body irregular
mmm, lil’ bro i’m a predator
feds all around and you know that they trackin’ our cellulars
mmm, mmm
[hook]
my body irregular
i don’t trust no one, you flexin’ a strap, you won’t blow one lil’ bro, i’m a predator
feds all around and they know us, lil’ bro gotta focus, you know that they trackin’ our cellulars
we can’t move sloppy, love when she talk about grippin’ my body
tryna be happy, my brain full of homi’s
i just miss my bruddas, ay poncho i’m sorry
[verse]
but we loadin’ up when it’s wartime
big sticks, red tips, move with a carbine
sub-zero, we wipin’ blood lines
i’m tryna put him on nbc dateline
i just wish my bruddas had made it home
stay with a chop, i ain’t safe alone
he ain’t tough when his mace his gone
expressin’ my pain through the microphone
took losses, i ain’t gon’ lie
you can probably tell the look in my eyes
i want a body, all up on mine
but i’m grippin’ this pistol because she is my life
but we loadin’ up when it’s wartime
big sticks, red tips, move with a carbine
sub-zero, we wipin’ blood lines
i’m tryna put him on nbc dateline
she lovin’ the way i move
i’m lovin’ the way my demons shoot
she lovin’ the way i move
i’m lovin’ the way that we chasin’ loot
say, i’m pullin’ my mask down, twenty-two rounds to his back let him pass out
walk off the henny like i’m ’bout to blackout
davis was laid on the ground, but he stuffed like a gram in that pack now
all of my partners official
give us the word and we blow like a missile
coke in the pot love the way that it sizzle
i’m shootin’ 360 my head on a swivel
head on a swivel cause they tryna take us out
you ain’t k!llin’ lil’ boy you can’t fake us out
come, ima show you what danger ’bout
we do not talk, we all safe and sound
we all safe and sound
[hook]
mmm
my body irregular
i don’t trust no one, you flexin’ a strap, you won’t blow one lil’ bro, i’m a predator
feds all around and they know us, lil’ bro gotta focus, you know that they trackin’ our cellulars
we can’t move sloppy, love when she talk about grippin’ my body
tryna be happy, my brain full of homi’s
i just miss my bruddas, ay poncho i’m sorry
[verse 2]
say i’m incredible, she say i’m like frozone
choppa look straight outta warzone
she textin’ me that she home alone
ok, i’m on the way it’s a bet
he ain’t got money, he talkin’ ’bout bread
you wanna watch your purse, you need a he-rs-, i’m sorry but that sh-t is dead
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