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letra de heavy metal - kyyngg

[chorus: kyyngg]
b-tch, i’m in my bag, i’m runnin’ up them bands
she diggin’ on my drip, i think she likin’ how i swag
please don’t disrespect it, make a n-gga bust yo’ -ss
i just want a bag, can you fill it up with cash? yeah
up this chopper, be like, “h-llo”
i keep that heavy metal, b-tch, i stay on dr. jekyll, yeah
smoke a n-gga for a ounce, no, it ain’t safe in my town, yeah
gun a n-gga down, yeah

[verse 1: uncredited]
i trap, i’m not a celebrity, deep in the skreet like the sesame, ayy
we hit the slab with the recipe, to get the pack and he blessin’ me, ayy
i’m havin’ them racks, and i got it off traffickin’ packs
and i don’t mean to brag, i’m in first but i thought it was last
i get the bag and i go, chips on the road, state to state, bringin’ [?]
we let ’em go for the low, bands or the smoke, pull up and get you ’em both
i’m still in the hood like a motor, still in the trap with the smokers
i get the pack and i roll it, gotta stay down and stay focused
i do this sh-t for my people, run for you n-ggas, you never know when you gon’ need ’em
i keep it real with my people, eat with your n-ggas ’cause they don’t know when you gon’ feed ’em
rest in my pocket and swipin’ a visa, f-ckin’ your hoe then i leave her
you want a score, i’ma meet ya, saint hooligans sh-t, i be rollin’ with creatures, ayy

[verse 2: uncredited]
bangin’ my chest like i’m king kong, my nine clip’s like a ringtone
tryna smoke, get my lean on, you either get smoked or just lean wrong
like bruce lee when i kick it, money stand like a midget
she say she love when i’m in it, hit it once, can’t forget it
chasin’ that bag, i tore up my [?] put you in that ground
shot him 28 times, i’m a king and you a punk
i need a rack like serena, if she ain’t f-ckin’, i don’t need her
i got the dough and the cheese, call me a slice of pizza
i’m in the back like i left somethin’, mad b-tches say i’m handsome
i’m a king ’round here, what you talkin’ ’bout? i’m like a [?]
me [?] need it, if it ain’t [?] then keep it
he’ll get back like a cd, yo, i’m in the city with kyyngg

[verse 3: kyyngg]
pick a backwoods, stuff a eighth, put lil p-ssy in his place
like it’s my birthday, i’m gettin’ that cake, i’m runnin’ up racks, no, you n-ggas ain’t safe
[?]
[?] your b-tch and she won’t mention me
lil b-tch, i’m chasin’ the money, you know i’m runnin’ these hunnids
please do not trip, we gon’ gun you, yeah
i caught him slippin’, blew his brains out
at least he tried to go out with a bang, though, yeah
these p-ssy n-ggas ain’t important
lil b-tch, i’m ballin’ like i’m jordan
i’m clearly [?] like a sport
i put that d-ck all in her throat

- kyyngg

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