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letra de let off shots (getbackz) - juniorsavv

juniorsavv!
ynd balla, b-tch, ahh, ahh ahh, ahh
it’s ddot foreign
you know the vibes, like, juniorsavv in the building
it’s that ddot foreign n-gga
bow, bow, bow bow
like turn me up with this sh-t, like turn me up with this

hold up, let me step in the room, dumb lil b-tch, imma up it and boom
paramedics gon’ fill up the room, (?)
doa, go kuu, they know i go kuu with the duece

body shaking, (?). body shaking, (?)
yo, bro, two knocks in the v, yo. too deep we slide in the v though
like, b-tch (?),get shots to ya treetop
lil b-tch i be smoking on edot (edotty)
f-ck that lil n-gga, he dead
put the dot to his head
smokin’ notti, n-gga dead
and i’m poking my hips ’cause i’m smoking on notti (notti)
e with the dot got turnt to a zombie
my n-ggas walk with bl!ck, y’all walk with a stick
talking on jb, get shots to ya lip

why n-ggas on my d-ck, i spin through the hill, i’m making it lit
make me a movie, i’m dumping a clip
make me a moviе, i’m dumping a clip
like i’m letting off shots, n-gga
f-ck that, i ain’t talkin’ to the cops
spin with gdot, adot, you know wе letting off shots, n-gga
like i’m letting off shots, n-gga

f-ck that, i ain’t talkin’ to the cops
spin with gdot, adot, you know we letting off shots, n-gga

like i’m going crazy
why on earth do i beef these babies (babies)
on their tracks, they wanna act shady
are they like that?
i don’t know, maybe? (maybe)
lets be honest
like nah (like nah)
like i’m about to go to the stars
who wanna chat that chat

stay steady
bro, don’t crash
i’m really like that, don’t cap
if you want that beef, then come right here (come right here)
little boy, don’t get too near (don’t get too near)

let me make my statements clear
they don’t wanna know about that and that
but they wanna chat about this and that
ay, little boy, get to the facts
are you really like that
i don’t know about that
like why is you talking on bro?
chatting my name, that’s a no-no
don’t get in the beef
don’t get too close
i’m going too crazy
like woah

with my bro don’t care what you know
spin ’round there don’t trip, don’t fall
get round there
kick the doors
get round there

ready for war
like, they don’t wanna get back
but you know we’re really get backs
and all of them man are set backs

ddot foreign!
i’m a demon i come with a bl!ck
he try to run, one shot to his face
and the bros just waitin’ (?)

he try to run six shots to his face
like bro, i’m goin’ for bl!ck
one shot to his side, his neck
smokin’ notti, he the best
b-tch, they beat us six shots to the chest like

why you keep buying the pack
like bro, we smokin’ on matt
like bro, that’s the pack

like bro, you better up that
like bro, don’t go out like freeman
like bro, you know that you squeeze it
like bro, go flock at demons

like bro, don’t go like rah
you gon’ flock

gang, gang, gang, gang
it’s 700flocca
grah, grah, grah
everything k
we smokin’ on rah
that n-gga got hit then sent to the sky
smoking dead n-ggas like rah
catch me a o that boy in a box
you can get put in the box
them n-ggas they don’t wanna box
catch a gz, you know i’mma pack ’em

(?)
d-mn, n-gga got hit with a (?)
see a opp, bullets gon’ drop
bullets gon’ drop, i’m about to decide

catch me, o that boy in a pack
like, what the f-ck
thought we won’t slide on their side
see a gz, you know imma drop

oh my god, what happend to-
and i’m dropping the hat
f-ck lil rah, got hit in his head
why n-ggas always go out bad

all my crips (?)
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
yo

b-tch, i’m ykbk
if you diss me, get shot in your face
smokin’ on notti in broadday
smokin’ on notti in broadday

when you get put in the box, like, n-gga
like i said, i’m lettin’ off shots
n-gga, i’m lettin’ off shots
ayo, guttaboy, you’s a b-tch

oh my god, what happened to nick
he tried to run me but know i’mma cl!ck
like, oh my god
go suck my d-ck, like

lemme speak the facts
notti, edot
got turned to a pack
like, n-gga, who gon’ be next

- juniorsavv

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