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letra de gang - kf tra

[verse]

i been chasing this cash for a minute
im stuck on the block wit my n-ggas we winning
we get to the riches one hand ona glock
we getting em mentioned my bullets ain’t missin
send shots at his top my n-ggas they blitzing
they still ona block my n-ggas they hitting
we catching a op can’t fold on this mission
she ran thru the squad that b-tch steady tricking
im getting this money im stacking this paper
stay trapping wit n-ggas thats strapped wit them lasers
plenty shots for them n-ggas that talking bout paper
them b-tches stay rapping them n-ggas stay hating
got caught ona block but a n-gga still faking
open fire on that n-gga now that boy a patient
them n-ggas want war with a n-gga like me but them boys ain’t nevеr strapped for the occasion
that n-gga keep talking my boy gonna brace him got smack to his facе and my b-tches they mace him
hit gas ona daily for pain that im facing
got lost ina cold now my body is aching
them bullets stay frying a n-gga like bacon
got caught ina action this movie im making
got shot to the dead now that boy zombie walkin
got spotted wit techs so we gotta dawg him
quit playing wit money my n-ggas going off him
head to the block where a n-gga stay saucing
stomp ona n-gga put his body ina coffin
callin his momma that girl know she lost him
planning the funeral and we the ones talking
grab me a shirt like the n-ggas ain’t dawg him
keep me a shirt for n-ggas thats talking
using the pistol for n-ggas that watching
caught me a liq on n-ggas who robbing
baggin that n-gga my pockets look larger
buy me a car i want a brand new charger
when i get rich buy the gang a new charger
hang out the window while toting my llama
roll up the window im smoking on pressure
aiming at heads we shoot from the neck
caught him down bad we shooting his chest up
big body benz we loading them racks up
wait for the drop we blowin our gas down
go to the mall we pullin our racks out
we shooting to score but i want a touchdown
catch me a bomb yea im boutta blow now
taxin his ass and ion even trap
serving this pressure and make it right back
make me a band if i move to the trap
out real early and i work at night
taking they sells now they wanna fight
smoking og b-tch im high like a kite
lil man coming he strapped like a dike
kay pullin up and he shootin on sight
reek poppin out and he hitting like mike
asya my cuzzin we blood for life
london my bestie we thuggin for life
migo my man he cl!cking for life
max coming thru wit the glizzy on ice
dan pullin up wit the fit lookin nice
lindo pull up wit the fit lookin tight
got a lil baby she thuggin on site
hit wit the glock and he seeing the light
marco going slide wit the glock tucked tight
ending ops life wit jack blow by my side

- kf tra

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