letra de gucci - lil cinco
i got gucci on my waist
i got choppas to yo face
i got cuttas to yo brain
i got choppas make a play
i got phones make a line
i got glocks wit 45s
i got chopps blow yo f-ckin mind
i got n-ggas wit me and they slime
im cuttin up in traffic, sendin these shots he can have it
these n-gga faker then plastic
ima go spit in his casket
choppas i grab it
if ion got guns you know im stab it
if i see it you know ima have it
you know that im ready fa static
these n-gga f-ggots
set a n-gga up ,bag it
set a n-gga up ,bag it
im in a permanent bad mood
catch a opp, put him on the news
f-ck wit my n-ggas u must be a fool
n-ggas think shootin at bricks be cool
you ain built fa this sh-t lil n-gga, js stay in school
ain neva hear my n-ggas go out like no hoe
eye fa eye bet i make it home
takin me out? b-tch i stay in my zone
b-tch im bustin his dome
js got a new chrome
makin these plays thru a phone
left his ass on the street, right by the cone
and im f-ckin my hoe
pour up a 4
kick down his doe
k!ll the whole home
im bustin his dome
shootin his skole
puttin my d-ck in ha hole
kick down the doe and k!ll a family of four
k!ll the baby too it was four
ayy
put him on a skretcher
walk his ass down wit berretas
sendin his lettas
doin it betta
my necklace be wetta
shi get cold go wear a sweater
catchin this heat
hit his ass up wit this mf beam
im sn-tchin his bling
he try n run we blew out his knee
spin on his daddy im k!llin his seed
ayy im sn-tchin his vvs
these n-ggas wan be me
i put him on tv
f-ckin my big booty hoe in sum cartier glasses i see ha in 3d
these n-ggas don see me
she suckin my pp
45 on yo ass ian shootin no bbs
these n-gga better run
we slide fa the 5 js fa fun
u can’t run from a gun
lil khris got hit in his head
his friends still ain spin
im still alive so pls diss again
we k!lled his big brudda too
f-ck it we k!lled like half of yo crew
hit his ass up wit a mf beam
go slide on who shot yo brudda (thas me)
shots to the sude of car wit a infared beam
he got hit 17 times in the spleen
i got gucci on my waist
i got choppas to yo face
i got cuttas to yo brain
i got choppas make a play
i got phones make a line
i got glocks wit 45s
i got chopps blow yo f-ckin mind
i got n-ggas wit me and they slime
im cuttin up in traffic, sendin these shots he can have it
these n-gga faker then plastic
ima go spit in his casket
choppas i grab it
if ion got guns you know im stab it
if i see it you know ima have it
you know that im ready fa static
these n-gga f-ggots
set a n-gga up ,bag it
set a n-gga up ,bag it
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