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letra de savage mode - jdot breezy

[verse]
that b-tch wanna set me up, she mad that i don’t f-ck with her
but if she ever sent me, ar-15 just gon’ f-ck her up
no, i don’t give two f-cks, n-gga, i got blue bucks
shot him in his sh-t since his p-ssy ass bootin’ up
i’m a young, fly n-gga, f-ck throwin’ my shoes on
my shooters be on standby, wish a n-gga move wrong
ar with no stock and no kick, that b-tch two tone
spot a opp and pop his ass, these choppa bullets too long
i’m smoking gas, this zaza pack is too strong
might run off with yo’ sh-t, we gon’ home invade when you home
got me a b-tch, first i f-ck her then i move on
[?] hit a stain so after s-x, ho, put your shoes on
beat a n-gga block like a drum with the .76
to this b-tch, knock out yo’ lungs
we gon’ come and get you, b-tch, we jugg sh-t for fun
run up on him with the k and put that b-tch on his tongue, gang
these n-ggas, they be lying, they diss me for the fame
n-ggas really out here dying ’cause they speaking on the gang
i advise to shut the f-ck up, b-tch and stay off in your lane
[?] medics find your brain
had to fingerf-ck the chopper, that’s why all them bullets came
pull up on a n-gga block, i bet his shirt gon’ have a stain
if i’m hoppin’ out the car, i bet i let this ar sang
run it down, know what the name
throw them nade and f-ck your range
now his goofy ass dead, he got hit all in the brain
got my d-ck off in her stomach, yeah, she already came
shots fired, boom, boom, yeah, they hit his mains
man, these n-ggas ain’t drillin’, we the real getbackgang
all these rookie ass rappers tryna rap like me
but they ain’t never stood behind a heater and clapped like me
i’m a prodigy, you’re p-ssy, boy, it ain’t that hard to see
these b-tches jockin’ me on instagram, boy, yo’ ho follow me
there ain’t no stoppin’ me, these n-ggas, they love pocket watchin’ me
i get you hit for free but no n-gga want have to drill for me
but they secure for me so for the gang, you know i k!ll for free
this sh-t instilled in me and whatever it k!llin, buildin’ me
they talkin’ ’bout k!llin’ me, they better know i keep my steel with me
we on a winnin’ streak, i love the streets but won’t go in the streets
you get a [?], got two .23’s and you get ten apiece
your b-tch be feelin’ me, her groupie ass just want a pic with me, gang
n-ggas better stop playing like we don’t really swing blocks
n-ggas better stop actin’, like he can catch that headshot
bodies in my city, got this drill sh-t in a headlock
hit him with that cut, i make a n-gga whole head bop

- jdot breezy

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