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letra de cutthroat season - k3 flamez

[intro]
(ayy, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
grrt, grrt— load that b-tch up, we on business tonight, b-tch (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?)

[verse]
b-tch, these streets don’t play, we stackin’ bodies like some d-mn fortnite loot (f-ck a game)
tapped the switch and lit his ass up, whole block thought they heard a motherf-ckin’ flute (grrt, b-tch)
cuz grab the sticks, b-tch load that sh-t, we finna turn this b-tch into a shootout reboot (on gang)
bounce out the whip, glock in my hand, chop on my back like i’m strapped with a suit (come here, p-ssy)
see a opp? b-tch we hawkin’ that, makin’ sure that goofy motherf-cker d-i-e (dead b-tch)
we don’t shoot out whips, b-tch hop out quick, go ask them opps, they scared of our feet (walk him down)
my dawg too cold, b-tch shoot and drive, seen him drop a b-tch while still eatin’ his beef (cold demon)
them 5.56s chewed his ass up, looked like sharks bit chunks out his motherf-ckin’ meat (ate him alive)
hopped out in 1s and caught that b-tch lackin’, never cared ’bout the crease in the sneaks (f-ck them shoes)
beat her back out, f-cked her friend too, i’m lyin’ b-tch, go ask teneek (go ask her)
twin off pills, he tweakin’ wild, that’s why i call that crazy motherf-cker ski (tweaked out b-tch)
code red hit, tapped bro’s head, my cutters yell “move b-tch” like it’s d-mn gen z (move b-tch)
only reason i f-cked and ain’t spin back was that lil’ p-ssy was mid as can be (weak-ass sh-t)
went from stealin’ strays from off the pad to foreigns loud as f-ck, b-tch sound like a v (skrrt, b-tch)
we poured an eighth inside a deuce, now nero off the sh-t tryna fight a d-mn tree (tweakin’ hoe)
hop out dumpin’, b-tch i’m blowin’, get in the car but i’m still outside yelling “who want beef?” (who want smoke?)
whole gang fresh, black trucks lurkin’, hoes beggin’ us to f-ck just to get a lil’ peak (thirsty b-tch)
peeped the vibes, that b-tch tried line me, i already knew that goofy ho was weak (she weak as h-ll)
we drive hemis careful as h-ll, slidin’ fast even though that b-tch can’t grip in the sleet (still slidin’)
tom and jerry vibes, b-tch you a rat, choosin’ cheese over loyalty, you freak (rat b-tch)
price on his head, b-tch check him out, we trade blood like cash in the motherf-ckin’ streets (blood money)
all my cutters yell “warning, b-tch” ’cause they know what the f-ck happens when we meet (it’s war hoe)
you wanna know? come try your luck, b-tch the crime scene look ugly and smell like feet (nasty-ass)
play with us? you dead, b-tch, brrt-brrt, this switch special ed ’cause it slow kids quick as heat (stupid b-tch)
chopper in my pants, heavy as h-ll, b-tch i limp like an old man missin’ his seat (big pole)
ain’t throwin’ hands, b-tch i’m gon’ blam, don’t talk to me like craig tryna teach me peace (f-ck peace)
n-ggas move goofy tryna make points, b-tch my brothers don’t do sh-t for likes or tweets (clown ass)
put his ass to bed, doa sh-t, bullets rocked him harder than metro beats (boom)
lil’ bro hit the curb, crashed the striker, d-mn near flipped his ass into the sheets (idiot)
thought he was opp, hit his noodles quick, should’ve tied up his dreads, now he leakin’ grease (brain soup)
rolled a ‘wood, ignored that ho, b-tch i never cared ’bout her feelings or her weak-ass speech (f-ck her)
shots rang out, b-tch he ain’t get up, doa, laid flat like a motherf-ckin’ beach (dead b-tch)
ain’t stoppin’ me from yellin’ “f-ck marlo,” b-tch i meant that sh-t every time i repeat (f-ck marlo)
lil’ cuz off x tryna k!ll somethin’, fed that b-tch more meds, now he creepin’ the street (creepy b-tch)
opps go live and troll like clowns, b-tch we know them motherf-ckers work with the police (fed rats)

- k3 flamez

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