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letra de dead trollz - li rye

[chorus]
tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
he say my name, i whoop that n-gga brain, watch lil’ bro whip him up
bodies drop, send hollows through his body, can’t even stitch him up
he losin’ too much blood, the paramedics can’t even pick him up
steppin’ on ’em babies, they think i’m crazy like i’m a f-ckin’ psycho
my d-ck go hard whenever i go spin, guess i just popped a rhino
12 askin’ me ’bout these dead opps, how the f-ck should i know?
pourin’ up purp’, got babies in my cup, i’m sippin’ opp n-ggas

[verse 1]
locked in with some k!llers who done really f-ckin’ dropped n-ggas
why the f-ck you ’round if you ain’t clutchin’ on no glock, n-gga?
get the drop, n-gga, and leave a hole up in his head, like a whale or somethin’
gotta murk the b-tch he ever catch a case, cause he gon’ tell or somethin’
catch a body, you know i make bail or somethin’
hop out, headshot, i’m nailin’ somethin’
try to spin and that stupid b-tch done fell, come catch one to the face
know an opp got shot in his mouth, but still be talkin’, they don’t understand what he say
on house arrest, still be talkin’ all that sh-t, b-tch, i know where you stay
b-tch, you know i’m big 26k
hop out, walk down with a brand new drac’
f-ck n-gga better watch his mouth ‘fore i knock him off, leave the b-tch dead where he lay
on that south, no, we don’t play, got n-ggas fifteen tryna slang that iron
b-tch, i’m quick to drop a bag, if you ever play with me or mine
clutchin’ forties, n-gga, f-ck a nine
air one, that’s a dead opp
mad about they partner, he got hit in the back, he ain’t catch no headshot
and they know i got they lo’, p-ssy n-gga, don’t be scared now
and them n-ggas from the other side gon’ get it too, feel an opp too dead now
might come spin in a redeye
mask up k!ller not to say who am i
the way i whacked the b-tch, they already know that he was sent by li rye
i know i’m goin’ to h-ll, i sent too many n-ggas to the sky
come on
[chorus]
tell the motherf-ckin’ police pick me up
he say my name, i whoop that n-gga brain, watch lil’ bro whip him up
bodies drop, send hollows through his body, can’t even stitch him up
he losin’ too much blood, the paramedics can’t even pick him up
steppin’ on ’em babies, they think i’m crazy like i’m a f-ckin’ psycho
my d-ck go hard whenever i go spin, guess i just popped a rhino
12 askin’ me ’bout these dead opps, how the f-ck should i know?
pourin’ up purp’, got babies in my cup, i’m sippin’ opp n-ggas

[verse 2]
all these trends, be talkin’ all that sh-t, b-tch, i’m a grown man
for years been steppin’, b-tch, young n-gga, you better stay in your own lane
‘fore you die young, you’ll never get the chance to be an old man
got so much money, i can drop a bag on your whole gang
get you young n-ggas whacked like back to back, smoke them boys out the van
b-tch, you done made me mad, so just flag, you better not f-ckin’ lack
got partners on the east, cut off the leash and they knock off your head
just know, b-tch, once you die, i’m drankin’ grave and ain’t no comin’ back
b-tch tried me like i’m dumb, like i ain’t know she from that other side
and i be inside that car, switch rip it up and k!ll everything inside
that n-gga no part-time, i push the b-tton and all them n-ggas die
i’d slang my own brother if he scared, his ass ain’t down to ride
pour murder in my blunt, they think i’m late, sound like eight bodies murdered
when i f-ck on a b-tch, can’t nut in her ’cause i know that i’m flirter
7.62 extend that n-gga neck like a f-ckin’ turtle
ain’t never work construction, but i’m quick to go and dirty-work a b-tch
watch me murk a b-tch, shoot him in his face and sh-t
just for talkin’ like you really ’bout it, watch how i sew you, b-tch
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no wind when i say i’m quick to blow, b-tch
i t-shirt his ass, it make his mama cry in a pulpit (ah)
f-ck the b-tch, she know i’m up, i make her suck and eat the d-ck
ridin’ ’round with a fed chop, binary trigger, hundred rounds on the stick
i ain’t gotta hit no l!ck, i’m droppin’ bag, get n-ggas hit in they sh-t
playin’ both sides gon’ get your ass k!lled, b-tch, you better pick
pick a side ’cause i ain’t never spare sh-t every time i went and slid
first face tattoo came with a f-ckin’ reason, everybody know what i did
when i whacked the b-tch, i was outside still, i ain’t never hid
ha, haha, ah-ah
[outro]
clutchin’ forties, n-gga, f-ck a nine
air one, that’s a dead opp
mad about they partner, he got hit in the back, he ain’t catch no headshot
and they know i got they lo’, p-ssy n-gga, don’t be scared now
and them n-ggas from the other side gon’ get it too, feel an opp too dead now

- li rye

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