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letra de manning - humble gz, tg man, l.r, waunny g & ciggy blacc

[intro: humble gz]
(chee on the beat)
(major, that’s you?)
(mmm, nah, turn that up)
grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, n-gga (young madz)
y’all know what the f-ck is goin’ on, n-gga, 41 to my d-ck
f-ckin’ cap-rappin’ ass, you heard?

[verse 1: humble gz & tg man]
said, like, i’m outside with them steppers and k!llers (with them steppers and k!llers, like)
better not throw up the roc ’cause we do not f-ck with gorillas (apek)
like, tryna look for the ape, tg man got thirty-one shots, call that boy reggie miller (rrah, baow-baow-baow)
like, why n-ggas keep sayin’, “ray makk”? when i caught— shh, n-gga turned to a stripper (like, woook)
free sl!ck, dg, tell me who bigger
like, off the ‘net, n-ggas know who the drillers (lotti)
like, wasn’t this goofy just jackin’ that hе e4layo? on my mother, you snickers (n-gga, you p-ssy)
like, wait, i cannot beef with no n-gga that’s jackin’ a n-gga that’s smokin’ his dеads (at all)
linkin’ with n-ggas that we gave the belt, n-gga, boomer and nay nay got put right to bed, like, d-mn (like, boomer)
like, listen up now, ain’t no pass when we run into jenn (little b-tch)
like, said, four deep on that strip, two sticks, i’m with n-ggas that do this for swin (babiiez, babiiez)
how y’all talkin’ on cuzzy? y’all wasn’t outside when he died, like, n-gga, stop the pretend (what the f-ck?)
like, ayo, kyle richh, didn’t your brother get shot? when the f-ck is you gonna go spin? like, d-mn (grrah-grrah, boom, n-gga)
said, p-ssy n-ggas— like
p-ssy n-ggas keep dissin’ my block, like (dissin’ my block, like)
like, said, tilly park up on chester, i bet you somebody gon’ drop (n-gga, word to my mother)
forty-one shots, like, out the grrah, like
mentionin’ t, that’s a quick way to die (grrah, grrah)
like, all these kids do not get it, so next time i catch ’em, i promise i’m not goin’ live (i’m not for the folks and i’m not for the line)
[verse 2: tg man & l.r]
and i cannot lie, every trip, i’m in that ride
and i could really merch that on my guys
we get the drop, we makin’ mamas cry (uh)
i’m a demon, b-tch, just look in my eyes
we was sh-ttin’ all winter, imagine summertime
i turn to ibaka, bangin’ with this 9
gswerv, ty nine, got shot in they spine (gswerv)
rich glizz caught a leggy, should’ve been his eye
i go where i want, i’m the face of the stuy (grrah)
nunu a boof, cappin’, tellin’ lies while i’m in the field lettin’ hollows fly (grrah)
i’m posted in brower chillin’ with the guys
he screamin’ out, “layo,” then he gettin’ fried
opps link with opps, i’m not surprised
that’s just more n-ggas willin’ to die
you still gon’ die if you pick a side (uh-huh)
he not one of mines, he ain’t hop in that ride (yeah)
i’m in the [far side?] with humble gz
first sev seen get shot in the scene
and free spida, he still duckin’ the d’s (uh-huh)
free sl!ck flocks, mr. aim at your bean ([?], call me curry)
a n-gga tried to push up on me last week, step back, yeah, you know i up and let it squeeze ([?] his vision is blurry)

[verse 3: l.r]
we do not beef with them kids ’cause, no, they don’t step, and, no, they don’t be on they block (gang, grrah, faow-faow-faow)
we been bendin’ for days (bendin’ for days), he lackin’ on chester, on bro, he get put in a— (gang, gang)
on bro (grrah, grrah, grrah), he get put in a coffin
walk down, tell tg man to go hawk him
f-ck it, let me go slide through the 8th (faow, faow)
sheff is a rat, that n-gga ain’t safe (frraow, frraow, frraow, he told)
i can name more than one time these n-ggas start runnin’ when i pull up and shoot like i’m klay (gang, rrah-rrah)
turn on your blue beam, up at his figi (on bro)
if he try run (faow-faow-faow), then we pull off his face
like, gusto (gang), n-gga went out like a dumbo (dumbo), n-ggas be suicide gang (frrah)
fazo ratted and they still jack him (faow-faow-faow-faow), what the f-ck? (faow-faow-faow) n-ggas ain’t standin’ on gang?
kha got struck, didn’t get back for himself, on bro, he was screamin’ for help, like (rrah, rrah)
they know we up on the score (gang)
look at rilla, they left his brains on the floor (rilla)
they left his brains on the ground (gang), if we spot one of them, then we spinnin’ around (faow-faow)
throw up the b’s just for [parch?], if he lackin’ on that block, then we send him a [?] (gang-gang-gang-gang)
[verse 4: waunny g & humble gz]
oh, y’all n-ggas got lit ’cause y’all smokin’ on notti? like, manny caught shots to the body (rrah-rrah, manny)
b-tch, i’m with demons, they posted beside me
i got thirty-three in my clip, scottie (grraow-grraow-grraow)
if i’m not slidin’, then i’m providin’
i think it’s time i get back on that timin’ (get back on that—)
we yell out, “wooo,” then we start flockin’ (like, wooo)
the last n-gga said that sh-t back, n-gga, shot him (baow-baow-baow)
now i’m on hots, like
’cause kyle richh linkin’ with n-ggas who smokin’ his mans, n-gga, go bend a block (n-gga, 41k, n-gga, go bend a block)
n-ggas think they can party in coney ’til i have my savages fl!ck up the spot (n-gga, suck my d-ck)
like, and these n-ggas never did nothin’, if i call up cuzzy, somebody gon’ drop (woook, i saw that)
we bendin’ through chester with forty-one glocks (grrah)
let me run into jenn, she get beat with the knock (grrah-grrah)
like (grrah), like, grrah (he said, grrah)
but i’m not tryna beef with no b-tches (dumbass, at all)
why they keep tryna mention the makk? free 40, he pop out the cut, get to cl!ckin’ (like, ewees)
like, f-ck nay, n-gga dead in the ditches
if they linkin’ up, everybody gon’ get it (like, nay nay)
like, kj, you said you was smokin’ on lay, tryna tell you this street sh-t is finished, grrah (rrah, rrah-rrah, grrah-grrah)
they hear them sounds and them n-ggas start runnin’ (baow-baow-baow)
none of y’all n-ggas not tellin’ me nothin’, this fit on my body cost forty-one hundred (n-gga, 41k)
like, and i’m droppin’ the wooo if he up it (like)
let sheik try to reverse the v when i’m clutchin’ (like, woook)
grrah, b-tch, shots hit his m-ffin
i call humble gz when it’s time to go dump sh-t (baow, baow-baow-baow, p-ssy)
[verse 5: ciggy blacc]
n-gga, ask the guys, if i’m back outside, then i’m catchin’ that bucket (gang, gang, gang)
if swin was alive, he would be on that block right now tryna dump it (grrah, grrah, grrah)
tired of the talkin’, better move cautious (rrah)
buddy got shot and i wish he was dead (gang, gang, gang)
should’ve been head, got an arm and a leg (when i walk in the—)
walk in that park, i ain’t tryna reb-ttal (rrah-rrah)
outside with the chop, two-hand, double dribble (gang, gang, gang)
y’all jackin’ that and he not even a member (rrah, rrah)
now y’all gotta deal with the lifters (gang, gang, gang)
send shot after shot like a push-up (gang, gang)
keep one in the head, devin booker (rrah)
put d-ck in her mouth, make her look up (make her—)
tata, tell mama, “i’m sorry you one of the hoes, i don’t want you breathin'” (grrah)
buddy like boomer, he wheezin’ (gang)
drew, better stay with your gleech then (gang-gang-gang)
hit four opps, we reachin’ (rrah-rrah)
hit one more, i reap in
drill in some black forces, f-ck creasin’ (rrah)
he ain’t leavin’ that block, i mean it
tell sheik he better reverse quick, we make him first spliff
n-ggas know where your pops live
don’t get sent to the [climbin’?] (rrah, rrah)

[outro: ciggy blacc]
n-gga
let me see where the— (gang, gang, gang)
n-gga, don’t get sent where to god is (rrah-rrah)

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