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letra de back 2 back, pt. 2 - grindhard e & ftos twan

[verse 1: ftos twan]
go in and punch me in
he wanna be down with gang, he think we finna jump him in
hop in the v and take control, lil’ bro, we finna go and spin
i think i need to go get baptised ’cause all i do is sin
this a gen5 glock, this ain’t no other gen
hit a n-gga b-tch and then i tapped my brother in
i’ve been takin’ too many l’s, man, i gotta win
i love my daughter, that’s my rollie, yeah, that’s my twin
that boy a rat, that n-gga told, he can’t come from it
i done did a lot in the past, i ain’t gon’ run from it
this a flrrt on this b-tch, you can’t run from it
they couldn’t pay for his funeral, they had to gofund it

[verse 2: grindhard e]
they thought i got my chain off rap but it was dope money
my trap slap, i ain’t have to leave nowhere, these n-ggas roadrunnin’
just f-cked a b-tch and hit her friend too, it was so funny
burberry head to toe and i ain’t get it off no show money
fn on my lap, i never tuck it when i’m riding
the head fire, the p-ssy good, i told her come up here and ride it
he hit the dope too hard, it sell, never come and buy it
made my sells come to me ’cause i don’t never feel like drivin’
i just dropped my blunt
i hope my b-tch ain’t f-cking, but i don’t give a f-ck ’cause i ain’t drop my cup
he tried to run up, twan popped him up
these hoes can’t leave me alone, they keep poppin’ up
[verse 3: ftos twan]
she suckin’ d-ck for an hour, her jaws lockin’ up
i’m off two percs right now, b-tch, i ain’t ’bout to nut
ridin’ presidential, black on black, you said you stoppin’ what?
four arm shooters all k!llers hopping out this truck
just make chances, you take chances, you gon’ win
i’m certified where i’m from, they knowin’ what it is
we got his lo’, we got this n-gga scared to go where he live
before i had a glock, i was hoppin’ out with a sig
b-tch, that was my mama sh-t
i’d terrorize your ass on some assignment sh-t
i took his heat, this n-gga mad, ain’t that ’bout a b-tch?
he turned opp after that and then he turned snitch

[verse 4: grindhard e & ftos twan]
n-ggas wanna beef with me, nine times out ten it’s probably ’bout a b-tch
bl!ck on me, nine times out of ten it’s a switch
g-r-i-n-d hard, that’d get you rich
ftos, i catch a four, b-tch, it’s a blitz
i just rolled a zip up then poured a six
i’m from the p but i be gettin’ busy through the 6
the first through the third, they give they checks, i front ’em to the 6
the field like a shooting range, i see my target, i don’t miss

- grindhard e ftos twan

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