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letra de baretta/rush out* - kyle richh

[intro: dee billz]
(hahaha, it’s shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin’, man)
grrah-grrah-grrah
said i’m on the—
like
like
said i’m on the block—

[verse 1: dee billz & kyle richh]
like, grrah
sendin’ shots, then we send it back (send it back)
on that block tryna catch me a bask (catch me a bask)
[?] catch one i’m [?] ([?]k)
ewok-k and it’s not for the facts (oyk)
n-ggas shoot they forgettin’ the aim (like, grrah)
hittin’ civilians, sh-t is lame (sh-t is lame)
like firin’ the g, double beat on his gang (firin’, double beat)
and for them, i’m goin’ insane (grrah-grrah-grrah)
like why n-ggas dissin’ my block?
like, lil’ jeff caught a head pop (jeffy)
like, lil’ fresh got beat ’til he drop (freshy)
n-ggas gеt shot tryna spin my— (grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
like, n-ggas get shot tryna spin my strip
immediatе throw if i spot me a blixk (immediate, like, grrah)
and for my fallen, i’m uppin’ the fifth (grrah)
like, n-gga don’t run, don’t— (grrah)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
smokin’ dotty that’s really the float (dotty)
if i catch a body, i’m goin’ up top (up top)
grrah, i might slide with a cut
like ride and slide with a couple of— (couple of knocks)
ride and slide with a couple of knocks (like, d-mn)
f-ck mel he got put in my wood (mel-mel)
he can’t breathe, all he feel is the blood
think sh-t sweet? he got shot with his mud (got shot with his mans)
g2c can’t fit, why the f-ck it can’t fit in my sling? (can’t fit)
fresh got beat, lookin’ for wings
catch him again and we givin’ him wings (freshy)
listen, i ain’t heavy on dissin’ but n-ggas keep mentionin’ 41 name
two two two two, twelve on his gang, 4100 i cannot change (ahh)

[verse 3: jay gelato]
like, i just rolled in a panda (in a panda)
like, tell lil’ boy, “pick his gang up” (pick his gang up)
late night, bro tryna spin out of anger (go, go)
b-tch, i keep the boy down like an anchor (like an anchor)
if we slide through his block then we stretch him, elastic (elastic)
all black, three deep on that block, make it tragic (go, go)
with the jet, two chops and it might get—
with the jet, two chops and it might get drastic (huh, huh)
tired of talkin’ on n-ggas, someone gotta go (someone gotta go)
g5 blow put the dot on his throat (on his throat)
brodie keep on cl!ckin’, don’t let him get low (don’t let him get low)
throwin’ sitch’, f-ck it, i’m gettin’ this basket (gettin’ this basket)
n-gga think he tough, then we bend him like plastic (go, go)
pack him, why is that lil’ n-gga lackin’? (lackin’)
flock him, bullets connect like he madden (madden)
[verse 4: iffy foreign]
grrah, no he better not squeal when we— (no he not)
no, he better not squeal when we catch him (b-tch)
on the bros, i’ma throw more than seven
when i’m eli, he clutchin’ like he [?] (clutchin’ like he [?])
like, we the ones causin’ the turf
when the dz on my bop, pushin’ we won’t let ’em (like, like d-mn)
too much money to beef with a broke opp (like, grrah)
he over there? i’m flockin’ up on both sides (grrah)
like, fazo get the beretta (fazo)
get vexed, start wearin’ their sets up (sets)
always smoke so we givin’ the pressure (grrah)
oh she wanna f-ck on brodie? i won’t let her (d-mn)
i won’t ever go f-ck on y’all b-tches (never)
y’all b-tches be linin’ n-ggas for the setup (like, d-mn)
oyk, [?] (oyk)
they talkin’ that sh-t but wait ’til i address ’em (notti)
me and dee be slidin’ on a revel
tryna see who we can catch in that lobby ([?])
cl!ckin’ on any n-gga movin’ wocky (grrah-grrah)
41 shots to the top is behind me
r.i.p, take me out in my body (r.i.p)
i just might bug out if i’m off the wocky’ (wock)
i gotta chill, like why you tryna stop me? (like, what?)
look it’s a party if i got my glockie (grrah-grrah-grrah)
[verse 5: jay gelato]
get him close, flock him down for a fee (flock him down)
[?], twenty deep, while i sock him to sleep (grrah-grrah-grrah)
on that block, [?] runnin’ on e
posted up with some hounds, know they itchin’ to feast (like, grrah)
up top on the fein, i ain’t peep
he was lookin’ for dee, almost caught me a pete (like, what?)
500, that sh-t double b
notti, dotty, two shots a week (like, grrah)

[outro: jay gelato]
like, flock
like, brodie went—
like, grrah-grrah
like, grrah
like, like, like hol’ on

- kyle richh

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