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letra de legends of es7m - g.t.

[intro: g.t.]
(rell on the track)
yeah
that’s my new sh-t
ayy, ayy (migo call)
ayy

[verse 1: g.t.]
i was sittin’ around with my head down, i was stressin’
phone wasn’t doin’ sh-t, then i got a message
a message from my plug and he asked me was i ready?
you know i’m ready
i’m highly interested, so i had to go and see (yeah)
somethin’ that he had, i’m ’bout to take to west v (what?)
he say he live in cali, ’bout to go down to az (i’m there)
if i got enough of one, he gon’ let me leave with three (come on)
i told him if they get him to the d, i’d pay extra (yeah)
he said, “no problem, if they come, you gotta catch ’em”
he said, “keep your head up, n-gga, you knew that i would bless you”
we on the 7 right now, we runnin’ motherf-ckin’ specials, n-gga
[verse 2: talibando]
i just left the nash, i’m ’bout to shoot down to the knox
my baby facetimed me with like thirty tryna cop
we move big bags in a quick flash and then we sit back
but i ain’t goin’ back and forth with n-ggas, i ain’t with that chit-chat
chop a n-gga body up and put his body where the fish at
we just got a pint, but we ain’t ’bout to sell it, we gon’ sip that

[verse 3: g.t.]
fn with the scope, that’s when me and smack chillin’
you lil’ n-ggas broke, that’s a real bad feeling

[verse 4: talibando]
how the f-ck you sellin’ blow and you don’t know dt?
how you smokin’ on exotics, you don’t know g.t.?
how you trappin’ in the 10 and you don’t know me?
my n-gga jefe just came home, they freed him outta west v

[verse 5: g.t.]
in hollywood hills, me and lb smoked a p
i’m with the mob for real, shout out baby j and lil meech
fully-loaded lam’ truck on melrose, sippin’ lean
spent two bands on my jeans and threw on a white tee
all you gotta do is say it’s smoke and we pullin’ up

[verse 6: talibando]
dropped a fifty, drop another fifty, still it’s not enough
hundred grams, another hundred grams, it got me knotted up
half a chirp, another half a chirp, it got me with a bird
the feds tryna lock all of my people, they won’t say a word
n-gga talkin’ all that street sh-t, we left him on the curb
[verse 7: g.t.]
take a bad b-tch to the hood, she watch me make my serve
n-ggas copy everything we do, man, you n-ggas nerds
sh-t they talk irrelevant, i was born in it
you know cocaina pedaling, whip it and we sellin’ it
smoke, we inhalin’ it
can’t do no business ’round you, we don’t know if you be tellin’ it
them ‘bows, they be mailin’ it

- g t

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