letra de top golf - kato2x
[intro: sayless]
( hp, this sh-t bumpin’ mane)
gang, sayless
[verse 1: sayless]
racks, i made this off 448
vacuum the bowls, make the dope suffocate
trapped in the trap, it’s like i can’t escape
you so f-cking broke it’s like you run away from the paper
i got racks for now and for later
my money go up, escalator
you switched on the gang you a traitor
i sent the [?] out, they erase him, d-mn
poof, he gone
he dissed us first how the f-ck is we wrong
i’m on the block and i’m puffin this strong
don’t call my phone it ain’t more then a zone
to be honest, nothing less than a [?]
i’m pouring 4s of this wock in a minute maid
i can show you how to trap let me demonstrate
i’m tryna get into real estate
popping my sh-t i can see why these n-ggas hate, d-mn
put a grill on they block we gon’ pop out
when them shots get to firing n-ggas cop out
polo j he a rich f-cking dropout
book double r for a show we gon’ rock out
no deal, real life bringing them racks out
walk through the door we ain’t doing no pat down
reach for a chain, he gone he a pack now
go crazy
[verse 2: kato 2x]
we the ones 21 and under really stepping on sh-t, we don’t f-ck with the crash out (we don’t f-ck with ’em)
not one, but everybody iced out
n-ggas mad cause they b-tches getting piped down
n-ggas don’t come outside when the lights out (don’t come outside)
straps everywhere like we let dyk-s out
presidential peel up in the white house
really call shots, i’ll get ’em walked down
spin, go crazy (go crazy)
wrist cost me 80 but i’m going 180
that n-gga died faded (died)
high off the percs, that n-gga ain’t made it (n-gga trippin)
popping sh-t like we made it
ratchet city hoes wanna have our baby
put his face on a pendant (uh)
he a dead opp he just my favorite
still the same n-gga, lil’ more rich now (go crazy)
get mad make a list and put a hit out (go crazy)
you ain’t got 10k you gotta get out (put him out)
still trapping hard n-gga while the cops out
get a opp n-gga clapped, now i pop out
n-ggas clocking out like they get laid off (got laid off)
give a n-gga hundred shots like adolf (uh)
fresh as f-ck, smoking opp pack at top golf (on god)
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