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letra de going off - la4ss

[intro]
trap, trap (trap)
trap
all i know is trap
(ayy, ray, hand me that ar)

[chorus]
one car, two car, three car, four car
five car, six car, seven car
i buck ’em down, down (brrt)
buck ’em down (ayy, be careful)
one blender, two blender, three blender, four blender
five blender, six blender, seven blender
eight blender goin’ off
they goin’ off (bzzt)
[verse 1]
ayy, one bando (one)
two trap houses on the ugly corner (two)
i got some ice and lil’ bro got the marijuana (ice)
i roll the dice (dice), ’cause life a gamble, can’t scramble (scramble)
my girl might let me cook the dope in the house long as i got my manners (manners)
ooh, i just copped a bad batch (bad batch)
i’m finna take the plug down and run up racks (run up racks)
when i conversate with jigga, we be talkin’ ’bout double stacks (jigga-leek)
percocet gave me advice, he said don’t f-ck with vice
slime one
with the eight trays, ten slatts in a t1
i’m ridin’ through the bity with a gun, i gotta keep one (keep one)
just when they thought i fell off, i had to keep goin’ (keep goin’)
drama let me in, they let me in, i’m tourin’ (tourin’)
got a rap check, bought a foreign (foreign)
my mansion look like a dorm (dorm)
she took a bump in front of my boy
oh, i know what time she on (uh)
she’s a skeezer
s-xy as h-ll on the ‘gram, but in real life, she hurt, hurt

[chorus]
one car, two car, three car, four car
five car, six car, seven car
i buck ’em down, down (brrt)
buck ’em down (ayy, be careful, ayy, ray, hand me that ar)
one blender, two blender, three blender, four blender
five blender, six blender, seven blender
eight blender goin’ off
they goin’ off (bzzt)
[verse 2]
ayy, one flip phone (brrt)
three more of ’em in a louis bag (brrt)
i’m takin’ calls like a secretary for these bands
i’m juggin’ these fries to the tweaks, i’m talkin’ ’bout hand-to-hand (hand-to-hand)
f-ck stripper hoes, i’m a grown man (grown man)
she ah-ah-ah on my d-ck doin’ a handstand (ah-ah-ah)
my plug from j-pan (‘pan)
and my other plug from afghanistan
i’ll holler at one for gray and holler at one for tan
got a trap you can’t run in
coppin’ these fries to serve to my hand
i’m a real dope boy, i cook in dior gloves and mask
i used to look around for some coins by the trash
i had to go two-fifty on a reggie blunt with me and my mans
but that was way back when
i call up youngin, get pounds of sherblato gas
my girlfriend said, “how many cars pulled on the side?” i said—

- la4ss

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