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letra de street sweepers - guap & yung threat

[intro: yung threat]
long live ahk
long live roach
hey whites
hey mob
turn it up for mari
uh, on ahk n-gga
i do this sh-t, i been doing this sh-t
turn me up right quick

[verse 1: yung threat]
i don’t know about them but they know about me taking trips on their rip with that fully p
i’m a real yung threat and i need sh-t stressed most n-ggas might [?] bully
headshot younging got hit he was cooking
tell guap “love that drac'” ’cause we ’bout to get [?]
that young n-gga weak he got put on a hoodie
you know how i’m coming i’m swinging that fully
long live q had me spinning for weeks
i don’t care about a b-tch put her ass in a sheet
and you know that was me in the middle of the street i was bumping that p knocked his ass off his feet
you know how i come on your street
i’m a street sweeper leave his ass in the creek
there is a time and a place i come anywhere with that drac’ i don’t care put your ass in the air
i’m keeping it g
when whites died i done cracked two in a week
all on they rip, i’m looking sweet
throw me the ball i’ma lace up my cleats
crack him and his mother that’s a real rest in peace
smacked the n-gga little brother right there on that back street
(excuse me)
[verse 2: guap]
i ain’t got no picks i might punish a b-tch
that drac’ on my lap everytime that i fish
i’ma knock off them dreads he keep tryna diss
i’m from where that mini upgraded it quick
they stepping they talking i’m [?] stick
they keep getting tagged these n-ggas be hit
these n-ggas be jiffing they not on sh-t
i smacked on the 60 the bullets gon’ fit
i’m bringing the pressure i’m making ’em quit
we smoking the hop in your ass getting pinned
we ain’t hop in with n-ggas that ain’t even spin
i’m never gon’ fold for no n-ggas that bend
these n-ggas keep hiding we punish they men
hop-hop out the ride tryna knock off his chin
these n-ggas be jibbering i swear they ain’t active
first n-gga i see when i hop out i’ma crack him

[verse 3: baby jamo]
n-ggas get cracked over instagram capping
these n-ggas ain’t [?] on ahk they be capping
yeah i could drive i spin that b-tch backwards
og steppers got hit just for lacking
n-ggas ain’t on nothing n-ggas is b-tches
hop out the car with them drac’s and them switches
them n-ggas ain’t nothing them n-ggas be kicking it
i’ma tell you the truth you just gotta listen
watch [?] fed his ass a witness (hot-ass)
n-ggas ain’t on nothing n-ggas is victims
i swear to god, on ahk we gon’ k!ll ’em
i’m fresh out the mountains i’m catching my [?]
they don’t want bump they ass tryna tipping
keep saying “get wicked” this sh-t done got wicked
think i’m a rapper i be bumping my pistol
i’m whipping my gun i be calling me littles

- guap yung threat

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