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letra de topshotta - ftos twan

[intro]
(lorenz, don’t stop)

[verse]
man, i gotta watch them n-ggas ’cause these n-ggas tryna snake me out
draco sat him up, i mean draco laid him facedown
n-gga, how the f-ck you gon’ tryna beef with the gang and move out of town?
n-gga smoke weed, it was apply pressure, rah-rah with a lot of rounds
our head f-cked up, b-tch, we love chopper sounds
b-tch, when i get up in the booth, you can’t calm me down
oh, you said that’s an opp right there? i’m hangin’ out the roof
speak all facts, b-tch, i’m the truth
number one in this rap sh-t, f-ck a number two
oh, you said the opps in the party? well, i’m comin’ through
how you talk about your n-gga ran, but you was runnin’ too?
oh, you wanna talk about duckin’ wreck? lil’ n-gga, y’all the living proof
man, this n-gga— okay, yop
man, this n-gga never shot his gun, lil’ boy, do your pistol shoot?
boy, you need to calm it down
n-gga, i ain’t never duckin’ sh-t, but i’m ridin’ ’round with a— yeah
i’m tryna blitz somеthin’
like a h-rny-ass dog, i’m tryna hit somethin’
a couple shots out that arp, i know i hit somеthin’
high as h-ll in this b-tch, man, i can’t feel sh-t
b-tch asked me what i want, i told that b-tch i’m on tip
you see me ridin’ with a chopstick, i’m goin’ on a hit
n-gga tried to do a song about me and he died quick
wipe his nose and go about my day, i’m on my slime sh-t, b-tch
it’s hard to get to me, you can’t get to me
hardest independent artist, lil’ n-gga, f-ck the industry
b-tch, i’m really turnt for real, they ain’t hearin’ me
i’m the type to pop out anywhere solo, boy, ain’t no fearin’ me
i think i gotta talk some more sh-t so they can hear me out
i mean i’m finna talk crazy, n-gga, hear me out
opps in the party, told the bouncers don’t pat me down
a n-gga throw a punch in here, then it’s goin’ down
i mean goin’ up
dj, stop the music, man, what the f-ck he throwin’ up?
walk up in the party masked up, they ain’t think that i was showin’ up
b-tch, i’m turnt, you book us for a show, then it’s goin’ up
yop, my n-gga f-ckin’ with the opps, he know he dead wrong
can’t believe that n-gga told on his mans, he know he dead wrong
that n-gga head gone
your mans dead as f-ck, i ain’t tryna hear that sh-t, boy, go get a headstone
they done f-cked up, i done lucked up
i done got up in my bag, i got my bucks up
dirty-ass n-gga, catch him out, give him a touch-up
can’t believe you tried to slide on me, you ridin’ in a putt-putt

- ftos twan

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