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letra de z pack - killzodi

hi, i’m trying to get through to you, why won’t you pick up?
i just wanted to call an tell you- call me back when you can
hey, just checking in
i’m wondering if you wanted to go out this weekend?
yea, (graah) yea

her man’s mad, ’needa get up, get up
bought his b-tch birkin, got her drip up, drip up
i don’t do that sh-t, i don’t fuss on the internet, b-tch
if we got beef let’s link, link
i don’t do all that fussin’, you can get shot in yo head
i don’t do all that fussin’, you can get shot in yo leg
hundred round chamber on the muh’f-ckin’ bl!ck
i don’t pull up, less we f-ckin’ lil b-tch
i seen an opp so we shot the lil snitch
i’m in yo crib, takin’ all yo sh-t, just like the grinch
it’s game-time
we pull up with bl!cks and we shootin’ lil b-tch
pull up in the lamb or the urus
why you be actin’ so serious?
stеp with amiri’s, the d-ck on the chop leavе you curious
ride with a boatload, got ’bout 4 hitta’s sittin’ on go-mode
fasho, though (graah)
got a bad b-tch, i’mma drip her out in dior
just sent a text and i told her i wanna see more
i just popped a script, asked her if she want e or molly
bought her a birkin bag, asked her if she wanna be more, prolly
talk yo sh-t, flyin’ private, got jet lag
they ‘tryna up the score
better get back, got our get-back
hey, hey
all of my homies is grave diggers
big ass money, i’mma talk my sh-t
big ass gun, i can’t lock that sh-t
he talkin’ reckless, he gon’ get dead
big ak’s and big drums, ahead
i’m on my sh-t, i never gave a f-ck ’bout no b-tch
yea, (graah) yea
her man’s mad, ‘needa get up, get up
bought his b-tch birkin, got her drip up, drip up
i don’t do that sh-t, i don’t fuss on the internet, b-tch
if we got beef let’s link, link
i don’t do all that fussin’, you can get shot in yo head
i don’t do all that fussin’, you can get shot in yo leg

buy her all the bags, we don’t even look at the tags
got a bad b-tch, she wearin’ a flag
pretty ass face, the b-tch like to brag
what you doin’ tonight?
pull up to the function, we doin’ it right
we gettin’ lit tonight
askin’ me choose on her fit, tonight
f-ckin’ gettin’ right
i pulled a .38, i don’t need no mag, hey
f-ckin’ on everybody couch like a nomad, yeahh
i don’t like to talk, let my money talk
said you a opp but you all talk, f-ck the law
i hit the b-tch from the back, put the money on her asscrack
she lookin’ like a snack-snack

- killzodi

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