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letra de 5 flow - jay5

[intro]
(dmac on the f-ckin’ track)
(run that sh-t up, jay)

[verse 1: ysn flow]
drop the top, with that maserati, can’t drive, just gon’ drop asses in it
a lotta n-ggas been hatin’ on me, can’t stress, that sh-t, gon’ pass them n-ggas
big glock on my backpack, three-two-one, we gon’ blast them n-ggas
mob ties, on my gang sh-t, if i can’t get ’em, my guys gon’ get ’em
torch on me, gon’ flame them n-ggas
six-two, my dangerous n-ggas
big chain and it’s bangin’, n-gga
high, i’ll never been chainless, n-gga
bust his brain, he tried to sn-tch my sh-t
hundred drumbin’, i’ll pack that b-tch
get a pack and i’ll smack that b-tch
smack that pack then i wrap that sh-t
send it off to mexico, see, i just want my decimals
f-ck n-ggas can’t mess with those
tryna find me, got my tentacle
not tryna be technical, but i feel like an animal
’cause monkey nuts on the mac-11, they ain’t talkin’ danimals

[verse 2: jay5]
got some young apes on that bullsh-t, they gon’ shoot on sight
cartier, left wrist thirty racks, my sh-t so bright
i came up a high hit, but look at me now, my wrist on ice
[?] young n-gga sh-t, i don’t f-ck wit’ you guys
thirty racks, left wrist cartier, and i ain’t even turned thirty yet
in a drop top, maserati coupe, in the glove where the .30 at
ain’t talkin’ falcons, where the birdies at?
got a whole hundred on me right now like the field do
cut my hands off dealin’ with these racks, i can’t feel those
[verse 3: ysn flow]
ain’t gon’ fake, i started takin’ drugs when i was fifteen
wanna have a mansion for my mama when i’m sixteen
‘fore my daddy left me, i swear to god, he told me, “get green”
jumped up in that water, i ain’t know this sh-t was this deep
took that tommy and versache, i got rich but i ain’t roddy
all my gangsters stand beside me, kakarot, i know karate
don’t wanna cuff or i’ma punt the b-tch
[?], i need my funds and sh-t
max payne, i keep them guns and sh-t
love told me not to trust a b-tch
just f-ck the b-tch then dub the b-tch
right back on my ugly sh-t
i’m out on the block, we sellin’ drugs, i don’t want them bloods and crips
narcs come, we move them juugs away, penetration, that move my thugs away
fake sh-t, just stay the f-ck away
bae told me, “you don’t take drugs today”

[verse 4: jay5]
some of this sh-t that i get in these streets, i probably should die for
i’m probably gon’ make it in rappin’, i give up the streets, i probably should try more
i’m fresh everyday like the first day of high school
i’m the freshest in my school
that glock on me right now, ain’t trippin’ on sh-t
i prolly won’t fight you
trap n-gga turned rap star, i’m the definition of what real is
icy ass young fly b-st-rd, i’m the definiton of what chill is
you can’t pop out, pa, look at my watch, my b-tches bad
before a deal, i didn’t make it to dinner but i had a meal
swerve in the back of the back, it’s a phantom
i’ma shoot at your crew if it’s random
go pray to the priest and then ask for forgiveness
i’m gettin’ all these pounds like it’s fitness
i’ve been gamblin’ more, tryna manage the pain
my baby mama say i’m untame
i wanted new t–th, went to johnny dang
i was outside, tryna dodge the rain

- jay5

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