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letra de drip freestyle pt 2 - j neat

[intro]
ahh, ahh
they ain’t making no money they lazy

[verse]
they ain’t making no money they lazy
like a daycare, we got babies
i been going rico crazy
no combo’s, ain’t talking payment
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
barber shop we fading
her brains good, i had to grade it
she wit me, her man too basic
foreign whips when i be racing
foreign drip, my clip with masons
head tap, he won’t be a patient
came from nothing, so how you hatin’
trey young, how we shoot for birds
got the drop don’t say a word
i get geeky, just like a nerd
this spray got like 4 percs
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m high, out this earth
shoutout whyg
i still lurk
jus give her henny and watch her twerk
we get pay just like the first
them w-ssa’s coming
ricky wrong
out the park, home run
that boy slipped, he ain’t have his gun
he like to drink it with red rum
she brought her friend, that’s 2 on 1
13 shots, roam in camo
i make flips right out that bando
circle blocks 3 times, he didn’t think so he lost his mind
i hear cap all in they rhymes
chains on me, telling em free da guys
stealing drip, so i gotta switch it
my shooters shoot, don’t need no pivot
timberwolves, andrew wiggins
took the stand, that boy a witness
like young thug, i’m bout my digits
now i’m on the road to riches
we got seagulls we got pigeons
shush a pack, just like it’s fitness
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
in the kitchen, whip it
(ayy)
where he from go flip him
(ayy)
keep my gun, no victim
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
-ss so fat, just back it up
got couple notches in the cut
for the gang man they go dumb
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
all these opps up all in my blunt
got me coughing up my lung
these problems you don’t want none
(ayy, ayy, ayy)
f-ck his b-tch and give her back
he want work then he get taxed
ain’t no dunce up in this trap
(ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
he got (?) still off the tweet
bullets come and then repeat
hit the floor then he deceased
where i’m from we cook the beef
carnivore, she eat his meat
fly the door ain’t have no keys
we had million dollar dreams
trap to trap, serving fiends
1 on 1 that’s penalty
i got stripes like referee
we got wave like wob
wipe yo nose like you got blessed
im still alive so i can’t stress
lost my bro’s that sh-t i felt
yfn lucci, wish me well
this some sh-t that i can’t tell
have him swimming michael phelps
yea my name be ringing bells
f-ck the opps we give em h-ll

[outro]
ohh ohh
let me hear dat

- j neat

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