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letra de chokehold - ha$htag hay

[intro: ha$htag hay]
ayy, i was really in my room the other day thinkin’ like, bro, this beat really got me in a chokehold, like
for real
ayy
when i say ha$htag, don’t forget to put the money sign on the s
motherf-cker (ha$htag, n-gga)

[verse 1: ha$htag hay]
this beat really got me in a chokehold
she want me put my hands on her neck, but i don’t choke hoes
i quit puttin’ whole boy in ’em, ’cause it mix souls
i had to take the condom with me when i dipped, she like to poke holes
i’m goin’ seventy-five down fiеld, like to buss hoes
if you with me, i’ma takе care, but i don’t trust hoes
n-ggas really out here watchin’, better clutch pole
if i get your feet and nails done, i’ma suck toes
blowin’ three-five, cream pie, n-gga mind gone
cut the lights off the charger, watch me go in ghost mode
ice on my wrist, it was dipped in snowglobe
you might wanna sit this one out with j. cole
gotta grind every day ’cause they penalize no-shows
i gotta go to work, i want a capital, all pros
i really want some top of the head, call it gopro
shawty did a three-sixty on it, no-scope
now all i think about is money, i can’t fold
few dollars high— ah, my pockets swole
throw incomplete shots downfield and punch goals
we’ll up the score score with four-four, makin’ punch bowls
[verse 2: ysr gramz]
uh, yeah, i just punched some ‘bows
i don’t put my heart in no b-tch, i don’t trust these hoes
unc’ in the kitchen snortin’ crazy, f-ckin’ up his nose
you don’t get no p-ssy, you the type of n-gga hump the floor
you ain’t do sh-t, you let them lil’ n-ggas jump your bro
now you startin’ beef ’cause my lil’ n-gga f-cked your ho
stop postin’ throwback pics, that sh-t was months ago
we just put his ass in a box like a lunchable
a n-gga reach for my chain, then i’m punchin’ him
if baglife tee with me when i do it, then we stompin’ him
if you see them b-tches outside with us, then we humpin’ ’em
if you hang with a rat, then you one of ’em
i ain’t never been a rat, b-tch, i’m one of one
if the p-ssy weak as h-ll, i’ma hit and run
i got a big-ass ten milli’ on me, make you drop your gun
you been broke as h-ll your whole life, you never had a run

[interlude: ysr gramz]
yung sak runner
ysr sh-t, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, lsp forever, n-gga
yop, yop

[verse 3: babyfxce e]
two bricks of twenties in my hands, n-gga, that’s a dub
put some wings on the brick of white, n-gga, that’s a dove
n-gga, you ain’t cut for real, you just be actin’ thug
you the type to need your gang just so they can back you up
don’t come if you on your p ’cause you just gon’ pack it up
glock already got one up top, don’t gotta rack it up
e, let me give you the chopper, ’cause, no, they ain’t gon’ pat you up
ridin’ in the ‘lac, hopin’ that i catch him actin’ up
[outro: ha$htag hay]
came through and laid ’em both down, you would think they was shackin’ up
let that money keep stackin’ up
yeah, we on that
free l, free nupie
free the whole ghetto, n-gga

- hahtag hay

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