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letra de stop what - ftos twan

[intro]
yeah

[verse]
i go loco, get to spazzin’, get to crashin’
n-gga play with us, we pull up, this sh-t get tragic
i could make a n-gga soul disappear, this sh-t ain’t magic
this b-tch thick as f-ck, i know she eat her rice with her cabbage
what’s in my bag? it’s some hot sh-t, hit his ass with hot sh-t
lock my gun in the car, i called a locksmith
i love my cousins but they always on some opp sh-t
if i start somethin’, i’m gon’ handle it, don’t stop sh-t
he was talkin’ wet, he got his block spint
n-gga, you ain’t blocked sh-t
i should’ve f-cked my ex b-tch again, that b-tch toxic
leave a b-tch and get on instagram and go and pop it
what she on? she in this b-tch tryna pop, lock, and drop it
you got a lo’, drop it, ridin’ ’round with four chopper
b-tch, i love the arp, that’s a four-dropper
hit his block and make some noise, this b-tch a show stopper
i hit her and her friends, i’m a ho hopper
rondo [?] every day, don’t see no four
you got a ring camera, you see the reaper at your door
i treat a b-tch like she ain’t sh-t, i just f-ck and go
just blamed it out the car, ain’t moving, you better f-cking go
free my n-ggas out that cell
if i was rich, i would’ve got ’em all up out of jail
i done dropped so many shots, now i’m all out of sh-lls
that sh-t ain’t safe, boy, i bet i catch you chillin’ at a sh-ll
b-tch, i’d turn a n-gga pale
ho gold all them jokes, you ain’t dave chappelle
my pito 10, you ain’t gotta see him raise his h-ll
he done said a lot, i can’t believe he was raised as h-ll
this sh-t ain’t free, you gotta pay the fee, i done raised the sale
don’t make my head hurt
she can’t walk after this, i made her legs hurt
i knew he caught a headtap, i seen his head jerk
at fourteen, i was doin’ grown-man work
i’m talkin’ real business
you know twan twan somethin’ on real business
she said i got her p-ssy wet, baby, let me feel in it
i’m just starin’ at her, she like, “ooh, you finna k!ll in it”
and if i nut in that p-ssy, baby, i’d deal with it
off the l!ck, i be trippin’, i be actin’ out
i be crashin’ out, i be spazzin’ out
bro died and two died, look who laughin’ now
he seen his body in his face, that n-gga passin’ out
f-ck, but why you tryna beef with us knowin’ we’d spank you?
get a drop and hang the f-ck up, f-ck sayin’ thank you
be serious, i’d chase a n-gga down with a sprained ankle
yeah, they told lil’ bro to chill, but i ain’t gon’ lie, i put his ass spanked

- ftos twan

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