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letra de night shift chaos - k3 flamez

[intro]
(ayy, mafia)
b-tch, you know how the f-ck we steppin’ every motherf-ckin’ night (yeah, b-tch)
block 13 demons in this b-tch, don’t get your dumb ass lit up (stupid-ass boy)
walk down, face sh-t, if you ain’t tryna dump, get the f-ck on (p-ssy)

[verse]
b-tch, it’s drill time, keep a big-ass pole when i’m outside, f-ck you talkin’ ‘bout (f-ck you sayin’?)
caught him lackin’ with his goofy-ass friend, both froze up, that’s why they chalked him out (dumb f-cks)
i’m a real menace, i don’t do no instagram cappin’, b-tch, i don’t run my mouth (h-ll nah)
probation on my ass, so if you flash a gun near me, b-tch, i’m walkin’ out (f-ck that)
two thick hoes blowin’ up my phone talkin’ ‘bout link up, b-tch, pipe down (shut up)
f-ck a couple times, i don’t cuff no ho, ain’t no b-tch claimin’ me in this town (never)
love big drums on glocks, ars, and switches, yeah b-tch, we still love nines (grrt)
opp hoes tryna talk tough but when we pop out deep, they fall in line (yeah, b-tch)
on these drugs, thinkin’ ‘bout my dead homies, b-tch, don’t play with mine (r.i.p.)
lost day-one bro, had me tweakin’, spazzin’, d-mn near lost my mind (f-ck)
every opp textin’ threats, “when i catch you, you dyin’,” b-tch, get in line (pull up then)
kicked out my homie ‘cause he told on folks, b-tch, you snitched so don’t cry (rat-ass boy)
in a tinted whip with a long-ass chopper, cuttin’ through the block like i’m on sky mode (skrrt)
hoe talkin’ ‘bout “that’s my brother,” b-tch, shut up, everyone know you lyin’ though (cap)
my brothers said “rap, we’ll handle that pressure,” b-tch, so i’m switchin’ my grind mode (on god)
sn-tched his fake-ass chain, had that b-tch glistenin’ on the ground like a light show (mine now)
call me flamez, lil’ b-tch, but don’t compare me to n0body, i’m not forty (f-ck you mean?)
long live t-drip, he was wild as h-ll when we was shorties (r.i.p. drip)
cookin’ up hits with bro in the booth like we morty and rick with a story (wubba-lubba)
bad lil’ ho off casamigos tryna ride me like a pony (b-tch thirsty)
diss the gang? b-tch, that’s corny, get your goofy ass found by morning (p-ssy)
switch on the glock go brrrt, sound like the whole clip stormin’ (grrt)
we don’t shoot from cars, b-tch, hop out and walk, that’s how we warn him (facts)
turned his head to oatmeal, brain lookin’ sloppy like it was pourin’ (nasty-ass boy)
slide out, play ball, b-tch we shoot sh-t like a court game (ball game)
walk him down, slap his dreads off, gave that b-tch boy a bald fade (cut him up)
block 13, find me in them back alleys runnin’ every doorway (gang)
different sticks, spin different blocks, tryna leave somethin’ dead on a broad day (boom)
he a pack now, dumbass tried runnin’, but they chased him and dropped him the soft way (goodbye b-tch)
keep the bl!ck tucked, no cliquin’ up, b-tch we ebk always (f-ck everybody)
actin’ tough, caught him lackin’, switch melted his face in the hallway (grrrt)
get close-range, don’t shoot from far, b-tch, walk down if you gon’ slide with an ak (walk down)
[outro]
play ball, b-tch, shots boomin’, whole hood loud like a ball game (boom boom)
walk him down, chop his dreads off, gave that soft b-tch a bald fade (clowned him)
block 13, catch me stackin’ money in them hallways (thug sh-t)
spin blocks nightly, tryna catch a face on a broad day (on god)
he dead, that’s his fault, they did his dumb ass the wrong way (so sad)
no cliques, b-tch, you know we ebk (f-ck all of ‘em)
caught him laughin’ outside, switch erased his face (bye b-tch)
get close-up shots, don’t shoot from far when you slide with the drac’ (walk down)
and b-tch, keep iron on you every time you outside (stay strapped)
movin’ goofy with your pole, that’s how your dumb ass died (stupid)
real demon, won’t speak on sh-t live (h-ll nah)
on probation, don’t show me no guns, b-tch, i ain’t got time (f-ck outta here)

- k3 flamez

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