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letra de 9x8 cypher - j pistol

[verse 1: j pistol]
outside on the 6ix, it’s just me and the coast, like
who ebk? we be fiendin’ to know
’cause buntz in the back tryna creep to the goal
and jeff to the left with a ski and a pole
we gon’ flock anything that throw up a o
we gon’ drop any n-gga if he smokin’ on bro
tagged ’em, right when he try to get to low
wit’ no mask on, b-tch, i’m still ready to blow
big dula gang, n-ggas know how that go
when i’m deady off rite everything is a joke

[verse 2: moose fablo]
when i’m deady off rite, man, i feel a ghost
if i’m not on the court then you know who the coach
walk up, n-gga get stabbed like a roach
hawk ’em, n-ggas know i do the most
f-ck is a nato, n-ggas don’t spin
two of them got punchеd in the libs, like
get out thе stu’, go put up some kicks
on the bridge, turn that block to a gym
walk-up gang, n-gga better not flinch
lemme catch shh, n-gga better not sing, like
lemme catch shh, n-gga better not sing
oh, he tmz-k? then he must wanna die
n-gga ty so fast threw his food in the sky
like, d-mn, he ain’t never get to finish that pie
[bridge: moose fablo]
smokin’ on ray, while i do the relly bop, like
she bad but f-ck wit’ the opps, like
she tryna gimme the drop, like
get ’em in his hip, don’t stop
he jack 49 then he bound to get shot
trappstarr and pistol wit’ me with the glock
and bucky the hound, don’t get ’em on hots
flocked ’em, thought i missed but he dropped

[verse 3: sey buckz]
this no cap, i been bendin’, i don’t need a lo’
wherever they at, guarantee i’ma boom
f-ck a lights-camera-action, i’m trained to just go
since a jit all i knew was go dumb wit’ the pole
if i spot a tg please don’t try to get low
back out, he might think he seen the holy ghost
my sons 5ive on some go, screamin’, “dg”
from the 9 to the 8, we move devi’
spinnin’ this whip, tryna catch us a what?
spinnin’ this wheel tryna catch us a pd
spot lil’ vace, shoot that chain off his neck
with these hollows i’m aimin’ for heads
and lil’ tjay need to get off his knees
how you makk and yo’ pockets on e?
and yo’ gun is a virgin, you still ain’t squeeze
come and bend on my n-ggas we gon’ put you on a tee
now we back on the 6ix lookin’ for some cappers
spot lil’ bobby, n-gga, i’ma pack him
talkin’ ’bout broke, n-gga, fix your t–th
you look like you got std
and lil’ bhristo you ran on your man, then you get up on live actin’ like you the man
like, relly got poked, that was just one example
how you threw in the air and we threw at yo’ mans?
now we back to 49, [?], you a f-g
you was takin’ ass fl!cks, n-gga thought he was swag
billy, n-gga really thought he was fast like flash
but no he did not make it back
[verse 4: j trappstarr]
n-gga a dummy, he got shot wit’ his knock, like
i’m a jet, b-tch, i flock on that block
[?] droppin’ the makk, now he shot
i been fiendin’ to spin, b-tch, i’m really on hots
got a b-tch throwin’ neck in the spot
but, the gun to my right, she be linin’ for opps
lil muddy the rover, he shot
if i spot me a 6ix, bullets makin’ ’em hop
f-ck the makks, they was talkin’ to hot
when we spin through that block they be talkin’ to cops
munna, deady, in a box
like, how many times we gon’ spin through that block
too st-rdy in the spot, i’m swagged out
droppin’ my 8, bullets rippin’ his back out
had my gun, lil’ n-gga tried to act out
threw shots at his face then walked back to the traphouse
y’all ain’t spinnin’, y’all thought y’all was full on
i know y’all get tired of goin’ to funerals
smokin’ book, then he caught a head-tap
but i was hype when he caught a leg-tap

- j pistol

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