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letra de bad ass kid - gmo stax

[intro]
(h-lluva made this beat, baby)

[chorus: gmo stax]
body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
b&es, hittin’ l!cks, they keep sayin’ i’m a bad-ass kid
i had to get it how i live, that hustle sh-t wasn’t makin’ sense
put this b-tch up on the toughest n-gga, watch him turn b-tch
if he survive them chopper shots, bet he won’t walk again
he survive them stomach shots, he on a sh-tbag
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[verse 1: gmo stax]
just like ricky, in the alley where we caught his ass
and we get back gang just like doе boy
f-ck a back door, gang open the front door
i’m a jackass, they hatе how i’m pullin’ stunts on ’em
bullets fast as h-ll, they hawk you down, you can’t run from ’em
bulletproof vest, n-gga, i ain’t goin’ for it
pull down they block slow, ’cause they be runnin’ from us
i be havin’ to go slow ’cause she be runnin’ from it
i got the ball in my hands, i can’t fumble on ’em
i don’t trust these n-ggas, one up top, always clutchin’ on it
stood ten in my whites, the winter and the summer
that ain’t your b-tch, if i want her, i’ll get her from you
don’t get caught on the other side, ’cause it’s still f-ck ’em
f-cked a hundred other hoes and she still love me
all them l’s that we took, b-tch, we still goin’
chasin’ all that clout, your ass gon’ get k!lled for it
[chorus: gmo stax]
body for body, attempt for attempt, you probably scared to take a hit
b&es, hittin’ l!cks, they keep sayin’ i’m a bad-ass kid
i had to get it how i live, that hustle sh-t wasn’t makin’ sense
put this b-tch up on the toughest n-gga, watch him turn b-tch
if he survive them chopper shots, bet he won’t walk again
he survive them stomach shots, he on a sh-tbag
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?
everybody put they hands up, where your wrist at?

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
caught that p-ssy n-gga lackin’, where your bl!ck at?
rub up on him with that pipe, where your wrist— hmm
i be thuggin’ in my hood right where the crips at
love to dress, twenty thousand gone just to mismatch
i just dropped a pint of clean in a dollar pop
they like how he drinkin’ act’ and that sh-t out of stock?
ran it up from makin’ crumbs, finna buy the block
hit miami, i’m with spotemgottem, we just started, uh
forty for that rubber band, yeah, i just blew the face
up that drakey, this b-tch singin’ like it’s coi leray
i make music for the robbers, been done blew the bass
in your town, got a hundred shooters movin’ through the state

- gmo stax

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