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letra de abolished - grindhard e

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse]
i just bought a pint and a ‘bow, that’s ten bands
i just bought a gun so big that i gotta use two hands
shoot that crib up, alright
been had shot they crib up, make ’em move out, they just moved in
talk to bae, what i should get her, one-liter or a pop can?
we ride back-to-back, so when we get catch the opps, they gettin’ boxed in
you ain’t got no taste in music if i ain’t in your top ten
i got some n-ggas i don’t talk or see that much, but we locked in
when i see dog, i’ma pop him
and when i see this white boy, f-ck a gun, i’ma drop him
me and my b-tch argue, fight, and f-ck all the time, we so toxic
all these rap n-ggas, they my sons, they adopted
i’m ’bout to put my foot on thе pedal, they’ll get— ah
i’m ’bout to put my foot on thе pedal, they gettin’ abolished
how the f-ck i started all this sh-t but never get acknowledged?
i got some n-ggas lost they life and doin’ life ’cause they ain’t have no guidance
they thought he cashed on a scat, but it got financed
everything i put my hands on be in high demand
spend the b-tch, told her that i have a room at cottage inn
b-tch text my phone, askin’, “how we stayin’ at a pizza place?”
text her back, said, “i ain’t finna argue, i need peace and sp-ce”
my n-gga got ptsd, he don’t sleep the same
cashed out at the ‘set, told ’em keep the change
i like my b-tch natural, i get mad when she beat her face
i ain’t sayin’ that i’m fiendin’, but i need some drank
if i can’t get a pint or a twelve, i’ll take an eight
almost caught a n-gga tryna get barbecue up at famous dave’s
i gotta go and meet the plug, so i can’t be late
.308 so loud, when it went off, they thought it was a hand grenade
ain’t worried ’bout it, n-gga, but i keep it on me, i’m playin’ it safe
f-ck a bank, i’d rather store racks in the safe
you a b-tch-ass n-gga, it’s no surprise you’d rat on your case
it’s time to get back on the road, but i’m catchin’ a flight
if it’s some money on the floor, i’ll be there by tonight
catch me at a club, i ain’t drinkin’ liquor, bring me a two-liter sprite
seen a p-ssy-ass n-gga i don’t like, he was scared for his life
the odds ain’t in your favor, playin’ with me, you rollin’ the dice
if that n-gga think he close to god, he gon’ be meetin’ christ
just drunk four fours back-to-back, i need another pint
(just drunk four fours back-to-back, i need another pint)
i done smoked so many blunts today, i need another lighter
flame was so big on the chop, thought the gun was on fire
don’t think you gettin’ away in the car, we shootin’ out your tire
[?][1:53] crash the whip, dependin’ on the driver
should i pour this morton or this tris? i’m still undecided
better pay attention what i’m sayin’, i need your undivided
they asked me if i had some drank, i cracked a smile ’cause i couldn’t even hide it
my people called me with some more, already got some, i shouldn’t even buy it
you only poured an ounce in your pop, got it lookin’ lightskin
pulled up by her crib, but i ain’t even f-ck ’cause she [?][2:09]
made her take me to every sale then call my phone, ’cause i ain’t feel like drivin’
my b-tch caught me up, told her the truth ’cause i ain’t feel like lyin’
white b-tch blowin’ up my phone, say she need some vicodin
i had enough, but she wouldn’t stop callin’, so i gave her niacin
my b-tch was nice when i met her, but i made her violent
p-ssed her off, got her textin’ my phone and she won’t stop typin’

- grindhard e

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