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letra de no plea - ftos twan

[intro]
(d-mn, donny made this?)

[verse: baby ghost & ftos twan]
we just got a new loc’, we finna tear that b-tch up
ridin’ ’round in fast sh-t and we switched up
27 ’til i die, better die if i switch up
put a lil’ pressure on they ass, i bet they b-tch up
all-black 38, i don’t want no arp
ridin’ fishbowl, tryna catch a hat by the c’s
b-tch, i’m tryna pop a p, ain’t tryna pop no hes
up my chopper on his stupid ass, he got to yellin’, “please”
yeah, we’ll probably cop a ‘bow, but we ain’t coppin’ no pleas
sleep with my chopper on the floor, glock by my knees
slidin’ out an srt jeep with them switchy things
you always missin’ with your sh-t, we be hittin’ things
in a fast dude with your b-tch and a switchy thing
hit the set and grab amiri, i don’t want celine
hit him in his shoulder with the chopper, make his shoulder lean
b-tch, if you ain’t rollin’ no dead n-ggas, i won’t smoke your weed
man, throw that weed away, i think i smell a seed
okay, you got your ass popped, but why you tellin’ me?
they seen a dreadhead bustin’, they got to yellin’ me
b-tch, i’m a thug n-gga
they think ’cause i’m always tryna catch a b, i don’t like blood n-ggas
b-tch, i’m anti, i don’t really do no hugs, n-gga
how the f-ck you claim you a stepper, never seen no bug, n-gga?
b-tch, all my n-ggas k!llers and drug addicts
fell in love with perc-10s, i got drug habits
bet i hit somethin’, i aim good, i don’t need no attachments
car pulled onside me, i got to blowin’, them my survival tactics
catch any opp without my gun, then i gotta smack him
catch any opp with my gun, then i gotta fap him
ain’t even wanna hit the b-tch, i let my mans stab her
ain’t even wanna catch the b, i let my mans have it
b-tch, i don’t do no actin’
this n-gga lyin’ up in his songs, man, he ain’t got no action
they know what’s up with 27, b-tch, we get sh-t crackin’
i see an opp, he fake clutchin’, i’m already knowin’ he lackin’
boy, don’t try to call me ’bout your b-tch, ’cause you know i’m crackin’
finna black out and start shootin’ everything
n-gga say my name, watch i pop up like a bl–dy mary scene
shoot the whole crowd up and pray i hit everything
bro told me watch them n-ggas, i think they tryna slime me out
n-gga said set name on a post, then we boxed him out
catch a n-gga at the store and kncok him out

- ftos twan

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