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letra de runitlikeusianbolt! - kayiiow

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[intro]
yuh!
saitan on the beat, b-tch

[chorus]
beat a n-gga’s -ss like mma, uh
record that sh-t for a vma, uh
spray a n-gga out, leave his dna, uh
f-ck n-ggas think they try’na endin’ me
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!

[verse 1]
okay, everybody wanna see the future like cleo
fly like a sp-ceship, wild like lilo
st-tch out n-gga, better watch out who you playin’ with
slice out your eyes, now you blind, ray charles
glo up n-gga, like fredo, uh
spice it up, just like alfredo, yuh
i’ll chip you out, like a cheeto
p-ssy -ss n-gga, still pop you like a pimple, yuh

[chorus]
beat a n-gga’s -ss like mma, uh
record that sh-t for a vma, uh
spray a n-gga out, leave his dna, uh
f-ck n-ggas think they try’na endin’ me
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!

[verse 2]
f-ck n-gga, run up on me
p-ssy n-gga you can’t pop me
slice you out, like you bread
shoot me n-gga, i best be dead
gun drawn at your head
high-pitched, annoyed like fred
pop your head like cheetah prints
pop my head, fill it all with lead!
n-gga know that you can’t be better, you’re not a flexer
you broke, broker than a new york elevator
cotton picker, callin’ you a field -ss n-gga
know some in the field that can pop triggers
they aim better than you like storm troopers
they shoot better than you like storm troopers
hang you up with a noose like a “true n-gga”
hang you up with a noose like a-

[chorus]
beat a n-gga’s -ss like mma, uh
record that sh-t for a vma, uh
spray a n-gga out, leave his dna, uh
f-ck n-ggas think they try’na endin’ me
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck!
run up a check, aim at yo neck, yuh!

[outro]
alright n-gga i’m done with this sh-t
you know what i’m sayin’
r.i.p to x, man
r.i.p to peep
r.i.p to fredo
r.i.p to zoe
you know what i’m sayin’ cuh, everybody-
f-ck, why’d i say “cuh” like i’m a crip n-gga?
i ain’t no crip, i don’t even g-ngb-ng, i just know n-ggas that bang
yeah…uhhhh f-ck i don’t know what to do here, sh-t, oh well
aye, yuh, aye, yuh, aye!
alright i’m done
saitan on the beat, b-tch

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