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letra de dead end - king von & big slade

[intro]
(ayy, wheezy outta here)
(chopsquad dj)

[verse 1: king von]
i keep a .40, don’t play with me, n-gga, i’m quick to go slide on a b-tch (boom, boom)
he talkin’ reckless, his ass got dropped, now he up in the sky with his clique (huh?)
i was on go since i was a shorty, you know i was itchin’ to blitz (what?)
you n-ggas be soft, you n-ggas be hoes, your bro got smoked and you ain’t do sh-t (p-ssy)
hopped in the rental, we slid through his block, left his ass slumped on the fence (boom)
i don’t do twitter, we pull up in person, f-ck all that typin’ and sh-t (nah)
big ass glock on me, came with a switch, send a f-ckboy straight to the pit (h-ll)
hollows gon’ chew through his chest like a steak, now his whole family sick (d-mn)

[verse 2: big slade]
they know how we comin’, we stomp on a opp, turn his face to somе mud (boom)
chop got a beam, that b-tch like a doctor, it give out a chеck-up with slugs (brrt)
i keep a stick, don’t think i’m a l!ck, ‘cause i’ll let it rain in the club (boom, boom)
n-gga was flexin’, i made his ass strip, now he ain’t got sh-t but his blood (p-ssy)
i just might hop out the back with the drac’, knock off his top like a cap (boom)
ain’t no remorse when i aim at his dome, he won’t make it back to his trap (nah)
n-ggas be cappin’, they ain’t on the block, they ain’t never been in the trap (lame)
we catch him lackin’, his momma start cryin’, i told that b-tch, “go check the map” (p-ssy)

[verse 3: king von]
you know how i rock, i’m slidin’ with glocks, that f&n knock off his hat (boom)
n-gga was tough ‘til we pulled up on him, now he ain’t got sh-t to say back (nah)
i don’t do fights, i keep me a pipe, send a n-gga straight through the mat (gone)
he thought he was safe, caught him at the light, turned that lil’ b-tch to a pack (what?)
ayy, f-ck all that talkin’, let’s get it in blood, let’s see who really gon’ step (step)
you n-ggas be hoes, y’all duckin’ the smoke, we sendin’ them shots at your neck (boom)
and i don’t be runnin’, i’m chasin’ a bag, but i still leave n-ggas in debt (b-tch)
bl!ck on my side, i’m keepin’ it tucked, that glock like a teacher, it test (boom)
[verse 4: big slade]
heard he was lackin’, we ran up on him, now he ain’t got no more breath (dead)
hollows gon’ eat through his vest, that n-gga got cooked like a chef (b-tch)
i ain’t for the talkin’, i’m ready to slide, my youngins gon’ leave that boy stretched (blatt)
f-ck all that cryin’, his momma gon’ miss him, but i ain’t got nothin’ but threats (p-ssy)
say he want smoke? b-tch, i got a chimney, i’m lettin’ these hollows connect (boom)
30-round drum, that b-tch like a movie, i’m lettin’ it play through his chest (d-mn)
he thought he was tough ‘til we caught him alone, now he in a box like the rest (b-tch)
slidin’ with k!llers, my n-ggas gorillas, we step like some boots in the west (grrr)

[outro: king von & big slade]
f-ck n-gga dead, he shouldn’t have been talkin’ (boom)
hollows gon’ rip through his body, no coffin (d-mn)
pull up with choppas, we clear out his posse (brrt)
that n-gga a stain, his ass like a target (b-tch)
he ain’t want smoke, he ain’t really want problems (nah)
i keep a stick, i ain’t with all the talkin’ (boom)
b-tch, this the gang, you know how we rockin’ (what?)
dead end street, you ain’t got no options (gone)

- king von big slade

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