letra de stop runnin/done deal - iayze
[verse]
you ain’t a demon, lil’ n-gga, stop frontin’
i’m tryna shoot him in his face so his mouth stop runnin’
too hot for yo’ thot, can’t stop, we the ones she suckin’
got the spot jumpin, i’m the one that made these n-ggas
if it weren’t for me, they ass’d be nothing
i could tell his ass don’t want smoke, the last n-gga blew at me, dumbass poked
the last n-gga blew at me, dumbass gone
you better get your lil’ young ass on
look at my numbers, i’ll put your lil’ young ass on
i might go fed, hit you in the head, send your lil’ dumbass home
new money just hit, d-mn, might go splurge
if he play in this b-tch, he gon’ find his lil’ dumbass merkеd
in a x5, no ’86, but it work
in the murda, i’m kicked back, grippin’ my .30 (uh)
(chxpo)
[chorus]
ar-15, 7.62 and a .47, that’s a done deal
he graduated highschool and jumped in the field
you could see me on the tiktok and instagram reels
stopped sippin’ lean and i don’t do pills
i won’t smoke sh-t but a n-gga, no weed
lil’ bro shoot from the three
ten on his head, you could get it from me
you tryna slide over here, get packed like yao ming
hit his mom with the drac’, now i’m leaving the scene
that p-ssy-ass n-gga want smoke, shoot a n-gga skull
this 7.62 bullet rip through his soul
respond to the b-tch, say i’m doing it wrong
he be speaking on me, they be saying he right
i’m the first n-gga gon’ p-ss on his grave when he die
[verse]
anime wearing-ass n-gga, go get some ice
shoot him in the face, he can’t see out both eyes
slide through, hit up the car, make it look nice
load up and pull up, on flacko, i’ll take his life
i’m from the murda, real murda worth sh-t
soft ass n-gga unheard of, i ain’t heard of the kids
kidnap his stupid lil’ dumbass, desertin’ the b-tch
a hunnid sum’ shots in the new mag, hurtin’ the b-tch
i know my k like to talk, it be flirting and sh-t
shoot up the house, we gon’ hit through the curtains and sh-t
[chorus]
ar-15, 7.62 and a .47, that’s a done deal
he graduated highschool and jumped in the field
you could see me on the tiktok and instagram reels
stopped sippin’ lean and i don’t do pills
i won’t smoke sh-t but a n-gga, no weed
lil’ bro shoot from the three
ten on his head, you could get it from me
you tryna slide over here, get packed like yao ming
hit his mom with the drac’, now i’m leaving the scene
that p-ssy-ass n-gga want smoke, shoot a n-gga skull
this 7.62 bullet rip through his soul
respond to the b-tch, say i’m doing it wrong
he be speaking on me, they be saying he right
i’m the first n-gga gon’ p-ss on his grave when he die
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