letra de catchin' slugs - lil banjo
whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out
motha f-ckas wanna talk sh-t
but they never wanna pop out
make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out
pop pop
bodies get to droppin
like yung banshee with his tapes
pull with a bad b-tch
i make her fall in love
when i’m kissin on her face
aye
one time for this sh-t
i be stuck on the road
sax fith
for my b-tch
she be covered in gold
tryna get to the crib
when be whippin it slow
h-lla faded in this b-tch
i said f-ck a parole
what u from my homies aye
h-lla bandz with the gold
inna f-nny aye
never the feel same
on road
doin shows
feelin h-lla pain
written on a stone
they be diggin all my quotes
yea they know my name
hard to say
what i feel
but i’ll always say i’m chill
h-lla tired
from the fu sh-t
kung fu
always tryna go and just hit sh-t
talkin bout
a blunt with b-tch sh-t
woah
catching 20 slugs fatboy
u wannq do it fosho
smokin gas all the time
i wanna do it sum mo
feel the same all the time
its like i don’t wanna go
stay inside
like my feelings
and i won’t let em show
whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out
motha f-ckas wanna talk sh-t
but they never wanna pop out
make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out
pop pop
like
i sent u in the sky
u a floatin balloon
zip ties on ya bodies
leave u cut up and bruised
what u think
was finna happen
bruh
u snooze and u lose
patented leather
on the rims
of my whip
jus to match
with the fit
and then i’m takin ya b-tch
and then im passin her back
because i know
how u feel
u wouldn’t wanna lose ur girl
to a dude
that could rap
whippin in a drop top benz
with the glock out
motha f-ckas wanna talk sh-t
but they never wanna pop out
make me wanna pull up
to ya crib
i air the stock out
pop pop
we gone show you what that talking sh-t do
he a p-ssy he gon press the issue
we be living life
sh-t eventful
flip a pack and make it triple
what we do we make it simple
drive the roof on the sh-t got no brains in it
inside the coupe
with ya shawty give me brain in it
she f-ck with me
and she not like you
the same and sh-t
shw f-ck with me
just know she’ll never be the same again
i know you mad cuz i turned to than more just ur friend
imma send a f-ckin slug right inside his head
make sure he’s dead
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