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letra de outisde - getrichzay

[intro]
six sh-t, get your b-tch hit
gang sh-t, no lame sh-t
stayin’ on my lane, b-tch
(and i got the yayo)

[chorus]
we outside his house (yup)
b-tch, we in his bushes (come on)
he thought he was gangster (gangster)
whole time n-gga a p-ssy (n-gga a b-tch)
he caught one to the head (one to the head)
f-ck n-gga should’ve been lookin’
ayy, that’s a new opp n-gga dead (opp n-gga dead)
we smoke his ass like some cookies (bands)

[post-chorus]
ayy, ten bands just for a show, too ruthless (ten bands)
ayy, two bands just for a verse, i’m taxin’ (two racks)
ayy, i keep that stick, i ain’t talkin’ molasses (yup)
ayy, ps for the low, plug in calabasas (what else?)
uh, ballin’ on n-ggas, i ain’t evеn gotta pass it (aight)
speakin’ on fifty, n-gga, go get a casket
ayy, all-black hit a n-gga, glock on fast (comе on)
can’t hang who i hang, n-gga, get sh-t tragic
[verse 1]
yup, yup
outside his crib, we in his yard
n-gga, free the gang, still stuck in new york
ayy, faceshot gang, give a f-ck ’bout the court (faceshot)
we ain’t play no fakes when we pullin’ they card (aight)
i seen his ass up tight somewhere with the stars (up tight)
i was just broke as h-ll, i was breakin’ them cards
now get close on the opps, we ain’t shootin’ out cars (yup)

[chorus]
we outside his house (we in his—)
b-tch, we in his bushes (his bushes)
he thought he was gangster (he was gangster?)
whole time n-gga a p-ssy (that n-gga a b-tch)
he caught one to the head (one to the head)
f-ck n-gga should’ve been lookin’ (should’ve been lookin’)
ayy, that’s a new opp n-gga dead (opp n-gga dead)
we smoke his ass like some cookies (big bands, yup)

[verse 2]
let my chopper on (chopper on)
uh, watch him fly away (fly away)
ooh, shots come off that n-gga’s dome (yup)
his brother ran the other way (other way)
last hit, bit’, spin the benz, now we just found out where his brother stay
that gun spray, hop out broad-day, that’s on my brother’s name (come on)
it’s sad to say she had to go bury her son, i think it was mother’s day (d-mn)
big draco f-cked around and jammed, i went and grabbed my other k
that’s getrichzay, swear these n-ggas be scared whenever they see my face
my ‘ghini closed, ready to blow this b-tch and crash out anyday (i swear)
anyway (ayy, anyway)
all i say, ayy, lil’ tay (lil’ tay)
go pick that drac’
uh, time to slide, n-gga, say, “okay”
we on the opps’ side, b-tch, ain’t n0body safe (safe)
[chorus]
we outside his house (we outside)
b-tch, we in his bushes (in your bushes)
he thought he was gangster (he was gangster?)
whole time n-gga a p-ssy (that n-gga a b-tch)
he caught one to the head (one to the face)
f-ck n-gga should’ve been lookin’ (should’ve been warned)
ayy, that’s a new opp n-gga dead (opp n-gga dead)
we smoke his ass like some cookies (big bands)

[post-chorus]
ayy, ten bands just for a show, too ruthless (ten bands)
ayy, two bands just for a verse, i’m taxin’ (two racks)
ayy, i keep that stick, i ain’t talkin’ molasses
ayy, ps for the low, plug in calabasas (yup)
uh, ballin’ on n-ggas, i ain’t even gotta pass it (switch)
speakin’ on fifty, n-gga, go get a casket (fifty)
ayy, all-black hit a n-gga, glock on fast (aight)
can’t hang who i hang, n-gga, get sh-t tragic (come on)

[outro]
six
get your b-tch hit, n-gga
ayy, come on, let’s go

- getrichzay

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