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letra de shot caller - ftos twan

[intro]
b-tch, i’m tryna catch a homi’
doa
b-tch, i’m tryna catch a homi’
doa
b-tch, i’m tryna catch a homi’
doa
b-tch, i’m tryna catch a homi’ (lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse]
can’t believe these n-ggas rappin’ like me
n-gga, you can’t be the best if you rappin’ like me
i ain’t hidin’, b-tch, i’m ridin’ through your section with my motherf-ckin’ heat
n-gga, if i see your ass out, then i’m hoppin’ out on feet
i’ma spend it and get that sh-t back, i ain’t cheap
i’m really turnt the f-ck up, i don’t know why y’all tryna compete
spin down his block, hit his mans, he steady sayin’, “don’t leave”
this lil’ n-gga said he was k!llin’ me, boy, we gon’ see
can’t believe i’m tryna— yeah
can’t believe i’m beefin’ with these lil’ n-ggas and these n-ggas stеady coppin’ pleas
b-tch, if i hop out anywhere, i got that glock on mе
locked in in the studio, everybody, it’s a pop on me
this n-gga head gone, he tried to take the boys on a chase in a car on e
oh, you want some zaz’, n-gga? call n-gga low, he got a lot of weed
you see that red scat comin’ up the block, that’s srt
talkin’ ten bands, you ain’t never had that, boy, that’s— yeah
boy, that’s all cap
caught him ridin’ fishbowl, boy, i tried to knock off his bald cap
oh, you ain’t heard my old sh-t? boy, i been on all that
took a n-gga’s sh-t, this ain’t boyz n the hood, go get your— yeah
what you call that?
man, what the f-ck you say? n-gga, pause that
lord, give me strength, ’cause all these n-ggas all rats
b-tch, i really wrap n-ggas, i don’t just rap
all these lil’ n-ggas internet thugs, lil’ n-gga, i ain’t into that
pull up on his block, let some shots off, now everybody gettin’ back
b-tch, yeah, it’s holly versus everybody, b-tch, everybody gettin’ whacked
hangin’ with the opps, no dyk- b-tch, but you better keep a strap
man, these n-ggas can’t f-ck with me, lil’ n-gga, no hat
he was dead on arrival, n-gga, do you hear that?
two micros to that lil’ n-gga block, he fear that
locked in in the booth, they like, “twan, don’t stop”
they tried to knock me down, but my grind don’t stop
this n-gga wanna link with top shotta ’cause known for hittin’ tops
b-tch, my camp turned up, b-tch, we run the city now
you ain’t never hopped out on your opps and got busy, huh?
bend blocks and pop opps, b-tch, we got the whole city hot
who the f-ck is this n-gga? can’t believe he brought a smitty out
this lil’ b-tch turnt up, she pulled her titty out
i just looked up, i done caught an opp out and i brung my glizzy out
everybody better sit back, i’m finna get to bustin’, n-ggas get down
this lil’ n-gga tryna hop in the beef, n-gga, sit down
’cause when them shots get to firin’, boy, you gon’— yeah
’cause when them shots get to firin’, boy, you can’t move around (lorenz, don’t stop)

- ftos twan

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