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letra de letter to tracy - lil eazzyy

(verse)
i been sippin’ cuz its these demons in my head
pour a four and b-tch i’m leanin’ all these feelings going dead
still inside the f-ckin’ trenches slidin’ where you lay your head
my n-ggas runnin’ to that bread no we cannot hear what you sayin’
drippy said these hoes be runnin’ when they smell a couple bands
f-ck ’em cut ’em off thats law they bound to turn into some fans
n-ggas love to turn to leeches when you lend them out a hand
so i just kick it by myself and we goin’ ride until the end
uncky told mе watch your brothers they might set you up
thеn i told him them my brothers they not switchin’ for no buck
word to mouth cuz they be snitchin’ now but i don’t give a f-ck
when i’m on top they bet not come around g4 going f-ck ’em up
i was just wit moe i’m tellin’ him that i’m going be a star
busin’ off them f-cking juggas i just might not see tomorrow
i don’t know just what to think cuz all these racks all in my loft
but i ain’t kickin’ it wit sh-t you know my kick a take [?]
i was ridin’ in that act b-tch we bound to blow you back
f-ckin’ foreigns we ain’t snitchin’ cuz my n-ggas ain’t no rats
[?] and he tellin’ that boy spillin’ all the facts
but who going be there when you broke and yea its no one thats a fact
mazi and its dressed in black it rip the streets the tires scratch
drippin’ all this f-ckin’ flavor your b-tch callin’ me a snack
supa busin’ off this mid i take your cap and peel it back
and no my n-ggas do not lack in fact we might throw on that mask
put some racks in head and give them k!llers easy tasks
b-tch when you down at the bottom better figure where you at
cuz if it’s me i’m getting out and you know i ain’t looking back
so god if you give me the chance i strive for first don’t come in last
b-tch i’m runnin’ to that bag yea i’m going kinda fast
b-tch i’m smokin’ on your homie and i swear this sh-t some gas
creep through the cut and get him gone
you know my n-ggas do the dash
we do i dirt and never speak cuz we ain’t squealin’ for no cash
walkin’ dolo b-tch i’m by myself b-tch i be paranoid
purple beam on that smitty yea we like to play wit toys
get in my mood and turn my savage up b-tch i keep cannon tucked
we give a f-ck [?] like a clover hit your head you outta luck you betta duck
when them semi’s bust oh you going get enough
wait i capped he couldn’t get enough aye jb pack him up
they would of did that sh-t to me but it’s so bad i wrapped ‘em up
we clapped ‘em up and i go bag ‘em up that boy then had enough
i been betrayed but ain’t no use in crying i just go chase the cheese
me and [?] we rollin’ out the pound d-mn i can’t f-cking breath
see loyalty is what y’all slippin’ on but y’all can’t f-ckin’ see
but it’s okay i count my money no i do not gotta speak
slept in the cold endure some pain but that’s what made a n-gga me
late nights roamin’ on that block and yea we right up on the [?]
serving sh-t you couldn’t handle but you know we had to eat
that choppa sittin’ in the truck you wanna tweak we park the v
i feel all this sh-t inside
take this little b-tch for a ride
she said you ain’t doing good enough so she going let me slide
but i don’t want her that b-tch average
you just know i chase the cabbage
.30 yea i tote the ratchet
yea we shootin’ like the mavericks
take that money rubber-band it
in my hood b-tch i’m a bandit
yea we take them bands and flip it
.40’s yea they get to fannin’
i guess the gang slid
dip off in durango’s yea you know that we be slidin’
f-ck what your mans did
i can have a k!ller take him out cuz b-tch we savage
cuz b-tch we savage
and we be slidin’
yea you know my n-gga ridin’
keep on tweakin’ get to clappin’

- lil eazzyy

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