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letra de “stupid freestyle” - hundo

[chorus: hundo]
talk out yo’ t–th, put the fire to yo’ grill
pointers on deck left my whole body chill
glock make him freeze up, his whole body still
play with the gang, you get popped like a pill
load up the draco and shoot like o’neil
d-ck in her stomach, i bet she can feel
i can really get you wacked for a mil’
i can really put the coolie on tec’s
i can really get you wacked for a check
i can really shoot my shot with no net
most definitely ‘finna go f-ck on yo’ ex
i’m at the top and can’t n0body stop me
say you gone rob me then n-gga come rob me
hang by myself and i vibe, that’s my hobby
stay out my way, i don’t like when they block me

[verse 1: hundo]
stay out the way or that pump hit yo’ noggin
dat boy go stupid, can’t n0body stop him
dat boy go stupid, i swear that he poppin’
pick up my flow and i swear i’ma drop him
glock make blast off like he in a rocket, got batman status i’ma never be robin
thought you was up in my circle, you not in
just like a perc, i see him and pop him
roll his homie in a dutch
and i never gave a f-ck
i can’t be f-ckin’ with ducks
swear that ruger came in clutch
we hittin’ hoes by the bunch
she eat the d-ck, she gone munch
breakfast, dinner, maybe lunch
ar-15 got a punch
p-ssy so good i cannot hit it once
seven rounds in and i’m not givin’ up
in the coupe with yo’ boo and i’m droppin’ the roof
it’s free all my homies locked up, let ‘em loose
you think that you know me but ain’t got a clue
i’m stuck to the money like dried up glue
we stain from yo’ homies then find yours too
my racks at the top of the climax, ou
my d-ck she blew, she just f-cked the crew
this ain’t nothing new, she been smashing the group
and smashing the team, and all of my diamonds they bling
i just bought a glock with a beam, she suck me ‘til i go to sleep
money overflowing out my jeans, play with me he get put on a tee
pockets leaning like promethazine, but no i ain’t drinking no lean
i keep a shooter on deck, tell him blast at yo’ neck, hundred rounds out the tec
i ain’t signed to nike but i just keep running up checks, no it ain’t a bet
i’m a dog, i don’t go to the doctor, i go to the vet, but i ain’t no pet
play with me, leave his whole body stretched, stop f-ckin’ around ‘less you wanna be next

[verse 2: hundo]
looking on fleek, the d-ck make her sleep
she play with the b-lls like miami heat
these n-ggas act tough, but they really sweet
like lil baby said, “i’m straight as the street”
play with the gang, you must be insane
you coming too close, you in choppa range
might shoot at yo’ leg, might shoot at yo’ brain
i hope you learn yo’ lesson after today
beat go hard as a boulder, i aim at yo’ head but the lead hit yo shoulder
if these n-ggas play games then it’s over, the drac’ overheated i needed it colder
got a glock in my pocket no holster, school shoppin’ the glock make him fold like a folder
bars hotter than bread in a toaster, i shot him in real life, ain’t use no controller
sippin’ on doc’ like i work at a hospital
my choppa big, unlike yours, my sh-t not little
never gone fold on the gang, that sh-t cheesy
believe what i ain’t tell you, might as well leave me
want to be friends i ain’t soft, if it didn’t work out then it wasn’t my fault
whole lot of racks in the vault
vv’s too icy, i might need some salt
vv’s too shiny, i might need some gl-sses
she slob on the kn-b,’she ain’t never need practice
lookin’ too sharp, my nickname is cactus
baptize in the p-ssy but i ain’t a baptist
just got a backend
‘bout to blow it all on some motherf-cking saks fifth
can’t believe that i’m rappin’
diamonds too wet, i’ma need a couple napkins

- hundo

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