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letra de no hooks - k-ill_777

verse 1: k-ill
pop the trunk on a n-gga for talking out his for talking out his mouth
i be toting 40s you be sippin 40 ounce
n-ggas acting froggy immma make his body bounce
this is my sh-t n-gga this is my house
if i up the choppa imma make his pull his funds out
the one on ones shady might just pull the guns out
shawty bend it over and she got the buns out
n-gga im too ill i got the suds now
cop a couple stacks and throw it on a bust down
give her d-ck and then i p-ss it like a touchdown
air it out and turn the block into a ghost town
hit it raw sike i gave her -ss the smackdown

got a mac in the back pack
it ain’t a laptop
n-gga moving weight
i’m flipping bricks outta the crock pot
whip it whip it
til my god d-mn wrist lock
40 c-ck back real quick
tick tock
got them birds comin in
issa whole flock
he thought it was a b.b
well issa whole glock
i bring it to your door n-gga
i do not knock
bands keep comin n-gga
they do not stop
how you got a rollie
can’t read a wristw-tch
you be chasing b-tches
i be trynna get knots
on my p’s q’s you gotta
watch out for them opps
bro said dont trust a soul
so i got a mop

f-ck that b-tch only after she yuck me
bend it over put d-ck in her tummy
so much paper i feel like a monkey
all this ice got my nose h-lla runny
we not built the same n-gga we not buddies
two latin b-tches and a couple snow bunnies
i got some act pour it up til its muddy
so much heat make me feel like its sunny
tote banana clips i feel like a monkey
get that cash make it fast in a hurry
you know the flow cold like a mcflurry
i’m still dumpin off shots steph curry

neck full of ice it look like a snow cone
backshots leave her walking like frozone
think a n-gga ever lacking that’s a no no
know a n-gga don’t want smoke like the ozone
slide me the beat i go crazy like steve-o
pull up n sn-tch a n-gga chain like d-bo
issa a l!ck knock knock see if he home
come to the door n the glock at the peephole
pop pop sound like grease when the heat on
face gl-ss no case keep a ski on
keep that 9 on my hip like a beeper
he lackin left his -ss on a t shirt

diamonds on my neck
they wet like some water
she call me daddy but that
b-tch not my daughter
you n-ggas cappin like sum
new era starters
this a h-llcat b-tch
not a charger

only stop at the top
on my mother
run it up if it’s
static or drama
sb be the gang
them my brothers
chase the bag b-tch
i need the commas
b-tch

verse 2: boa mvrlon
how you got a strap but ain’t never buss it yet
forget the vest n-gga we don’t shoot below the neck
like i’m nike boy how i’m running to these checks
ain’t a body builder but a n-gga had to flex

if a n-gga run up imma make his body drop
never lacking n-gga never leave with out the glock
we don’t do no chattin we gon pull up at ya spot
if we beefin n-gga don’t be lackin on yo block

i hear a n-gga chatting but he won’t f-cking test
and if he do know i’ll lay his -ss like the rest
ain’t named johnny but a n-gga know not to test
n-gga think he tough put 10 shots all up in his chest

see yo shawty know i’m finna go blow it out
and if a n-gga violate then we gon war it out ( f-ck em)
these n-ggas hating boy i give em some to fuss about
and if a jit talking sh-t i’m finna buss his mouth

i be road running with a 30 on my waist
and if you ain’t talking money b-tch get out my face
do you wrong dump yo body leave it with no trace
bend her over got her walking like bambi on skates

boa

blood over anything man

- k ill_777

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