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letra de the new ftl - kush binflockin

[verse 1: gbaby]
in the floss and we lettin’ it pour
see a woo and we uppin’ the score
me and mar, two deep in the store
see us a opp and he hittin’ the floor
ebk, yeah, i’m ready for war
send me a text we gon’ bang in your door
see a jet and i’m lettin’ it roar
f-ck every hat, yeah, i’m droppin’ the 4z
in the 4z then we out to the 5th
i’m with lots and they throwin’ up 6
got the knock and it’s holdin’ like seven
bend through the 8 while i’m lookin’ for rips
from the 8 then we out to the 9
see a cig, i’ma throw at a crip
i’m with cam and he holdin’ like ten
savin’ it back whilе we lookin’ for dips
why these [?] n-ggas suckin’ our d-ck?
whеn we throwin’ them shots, n-gga, what you gon’ do?
they say death, but that sh-t isn’t new
i got demons outside they’ll give you a view
outside, population is two
when i’m posted with mar he’ll a throw at your crew
headshot, he was left on his block
and it’s been a few years and y’all don’t got a clue
lemme tell you about a lil story
slidin’ through koney lookin’ for lil [?]
big knock, holdin’ more than forty
it was me, wal blixk and we slidin’ with mori
don’t lack, leg shot like borgie
call margee and he comin’ with [?]
don’t run when you hearin’ them rounds
you gon’ end up like-
he got hit with his shordy
[verse 2: mori briscoe]
like
n-ggas don’t stomp like we do
but they just gon’ act like they did
ftl too clutch, step gang lethal
n-gga we really rap what we live
kr you p-ssy, i heard you got beat too
lookin’ for me but he never slid
how? if i see him i’m floxkin’ him down
spot him, i up with that .40 go-
keep on dissin’ you gon’ be with tahjay
crash out, we gon’ bang out in broad day
caught one to the brain he a duppy
went outside with no knock, he a dummy
me and gang, three deep on they block
i ain’t gon’ talk, b-tch, i know it get ugly
see a 41 member he shot
catch lil tata treat him like sonny
why n-ggas playin’ like ltf gang don’t slide?
f-ck that, but they gon’ die
they just be talkin’, act crazy for live
guess the yerks got ‘em losin’ they mind
slide with a .30, repeat and rewind
bro floxk, throw shot after shot
sent them a message but they ain’t replied
[verse 3: wal blixk]
phone dnd when i’m finna slide
airplane mode like i’m in the sky
it sound like july
twin beat, lettin’ it fly
on bro, we was floxkin’ on primes
[?] a star
why they keep mentionin’ kai?
like, borgie got shot in his thigh and he don’t know why
that n-gga get me too high
godd-mn, want him to die
he got hit in his [?]
dior ain’t knew but he still got me fried
like, treesh gave me her time
off of the migos she gave up the pie
kr just mention the dead
that n-gga p-ssy, y’all heard what i said
41k, y’all done got me fed
back out, throw four, only aimin’ for heads
[?], got the knocks straight on me
they ain’t do nothing when i had n-ggas saw me
y’all know the vibe, y’all can’t lie, i threw shots and i ended that party
and that’s word to my mother, t cardi
b-tch, i’m a demon y’all see how my heart beat
i’ma ride for my brothers, no cap
drop my rake then i’m slidin’ with margee
[verse 4: kush binflockin]
like
porter b, oh please, what you gon’ do when you run into me?
how you jackin’ you smokin’ on bro?
your big bro got left in the v
and quelly a cap he ain’t never did nothing
how you dissin’? you never outside
how you even could talk on the guys?
i never heard of you takin’ that ride
i never heard of you takin’ that trip
mention me it get litter than lit
new opp shot, we had thought it was clipped
he got hit, wish he went in a spliff
curly keep talkin’ like he out to get me
why you not in the town in the first place?
kenzo gon’ get you hit up the worst way
better thank god you ain’t die on your birthday
facts, ain’t no playin’ with me
if you know don’t be sayin’ it’s me
woo town really a lie
ain’t no lackin’ on live ‘cause you know we gon’ spray up the v
dee billz you not even woo
better stick to that 41 boppin’
no cap, lil boy you need to stop it
you look like you ain’t got no knockings
don’t lack with them boys, don’t cop it
oh, you smokin’ on who? don’t tempt me
mentionin’ bro i’ma slide in a bentley
big duppy gang, i’ma cl!ck ‘til it’s empty
okay, now i’m on hots
spin through the 80z we clear out the block
like, y’all really know how we floxk
bdot, tdott, they in a box

- kush binflockin

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