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letra de driveby - keyos

[verse 1: keyos]
14 on the b-tch and we be running in the night
got my shoots real with me and we k!lling on sight
just up on my body b-tch you know i’ma bout to fight
and your men are f-cking p-ssy cause you ran away in fright
i don’t plan and i be looking at these motherf-cking hoes
got a semmy in the trunk and b-tch you know its on road
dont care b-tch we get hit with a shotgun
buck shot rounds keep friends or yeah we not done
talking sh-t here get ya brains splat ay
yeah you double up, catch you with the f-cking spray
that sh-t don’t run around here
catch you with my flashlight looking like a dear
i see the hoe a dead b-tch i don’t shed a tear
she calling me the dough man causе i got the gear
glock in my pits with my dear hah ou
b-tch your packing hеat got the 4 for 2
and my ways packing b-tch you got a handgun
you know i’m staying strapped
and never lacking you be capping cause i be k!lling on the savage
k!lling on the savage
run up with the glock b-tch you taking mad damage
i run up on the side with a clip
hit up on yo b-tch we be swerving up the whip
shoot yourself 9 times b-tch we outta 10
riding out the homies sh-t they rocking with the feds
no way, b-tch you playing games so you know i’m taking names
4, 5 shots leave you dead up in the rain
gon miss with the gang, slide with the thang
yeah if you dead or alive yeah that sh-t is all the same
[verse 2: $emmy!]
yeah semmy got some [?], making paper, making green
i’m dming all the b-tches, getting nut all on my screen
i be posting with my shooters, doing laps all round the street
if you tryna f-ck with us, then expect a f-cking beam
got a bean in my mouth, gon swallow
hop up in the foreign, well you know the b-tch gon follow
make a bag hoe, make em waitin till tomorrow
cause semmy making statements, and making the haters watch me blow up apollo
i’m on the moon b-tch, i’m on my rocks (i’m on my rocks)
got yo b-tch wearing only tube socks (tube socks)
making bangers, on my sh-t and all these b-tches who watching me
well they hating all my music, i tell em get the f-ck off of me
b-tch i’m popping the tag, [?], popping a percocet
got the bands in my bag and i mean what said, and my music be worth it [?]
d-mn, yeah semmy making music and bands
oh keyos, pulling with uzis make a b-tch f-cking dance
and i be frothing at the mouth when i see yo girls ass
and when i swipe her with my foreign, let her look at my hands, that’s bars
only pull up with cars, and i be, ay, b-tch, yuh

- keyos

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