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letra de fully loaded - fto sett

[intro]
(hitmakerron)
(once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)

[chorus]
ten thou’ ammunition (nothin’ but choppers), ‘nother fifty up on pendants
opposition gettin’ pinned, every time we catch ’em, we puttin’ them n-ggas in the bushes (f-ck the opps crazy, bushes)
runnin’ with certified smackers, ain’t none of ’em rookies, ask about ’em, ain’t no question
still active, they ain’t dusty
still spinnin’, ain’t nothin’ rusty
n-gga pay that drill, it gon’ get ugly (it gon’ get ugly)
finna take my n-ggas, i’ma stun ’em
we bleed this sh-t from the concrete (blood)
k!llin’ opps like they zombies
used to k!llin’, we don’t vomit (used to this sh-t)
percs and drank to the stomach
fingers cuttin’ ’cause the money
beef, put it in a lock
the last count, so it’s saved (load it up, b-tch)
everything low, we finesse
crook move go through c (crook move)
b-tch-ass n-gga, f-ck (ho-ass n-gga)

[verse]
mention me, become a bucket
n-gga, my hands get bl–dy
face on the news or somethin’ (face on the news or somethin’)
smack drac’, make somethin’ snooze or somethin’
set a driver, put it in cruise or somethin’ (slow down)
come here, boy
hawk down gang, wg or somethin’ (walk down gang)
three n-ggas, that’s a ten apiece
it’s a thirty if he dissin’ me (dissin’ crook)
f-ckin’ rookies
.223 k!ll a n-gga, you ain’t bully (goofball)
who you pressin’?
ho play, get picked off, you ain’t ready (press ’em up, press ’em up)
f-ck n-gga, i got static for n-ggas who thinkin’ they up, comin’ active (he a low ball)
you bulletproof-shake-ass n-gga, you ain’t out here smackin’ (you duckin’ this smoke, n-gga)
middleman-runner-ass n-gga, got nothin’ in that duffel (runner)
my n-gga hop out in all-black (come here), runnin’ with jumpers (let me get that)
just a husher, smush his ass in bushes (get ’em)
in a picture with an opp, you get hooked (drop him off)
d-ck-l!cker in your picture (i knocked her ass out), n-gga, you trip ’bout a hitter, goofball (she sucked the whole team)
[chorus]
ten thou’ ammunition (nothin’ but choppers), ‘nother fifty up on pendants
opposition gettin’ pinned, every time we catch ’em, we puttin’ them n-ggas in the bushes (f-ck the opps crazy, bushes)
runnin’ with certified smackers, ain’t none of ’em rookies, ask about ’em, ain’t no question
still active, they ain’t dusty
still spinnin’, ain’t nothin’ rusty
n-gga pay that drill, it gon’ get ugly (it gon’ get ugly)
finna take my n-ggas, i’ma stun ’em
we bleed this sh-t from the concrete (blood)
k!llin’ opps like they zombies
used to k!llin’, we don’t vomit (used to this sh-t)
percs and drank to the stomach
fingers cuttin’ ’cause the money
beef, put it in a lock
the last count, so it’s saved (load it up, b-tch)
everything low, we finesse
crook move go through c (crook move)
b-tch-ass n-gga, f-ck (ho-ass n-gga)

- fto sett

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