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letra de run up or get fucked up - lil gunsmoke

[intro: lil gunsmoke]
mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
long live my brother, he smoked your b-tch-ass cousin
we finna f-ck this b-tch up
go

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[verse 1: lil gunsmoke]
when i shot that p-ssy, i was fresh as h-ll
amiri my jeans, dior on my belt
f-ck your blog, i ain’t postin’ no l
we four deep with sticks and sh-lls
kick that door, bodies droppin’ like h-ll
beat his ass down, we the reason they bail
catch two more, i’m hittin’ twelve, b-tch, go
i don’t tote no nine, only glock or drac’, that weak sh-t jam
you can’t call me no rapper, b-tch, i’m still lettin’ sh-t blam
i lit sh-t up, better ask your fam
i left ten dead, but one in the jam
switch on the b-tch, tap once, it slam, go, go
high-speed chase, don’t crash the whip
f-ck your cousin and f-ck your clique
i ain’t squashin’ sh-t, i want all that smoke
same b-tch talkin’, now he a ghost
i chased a n-gga down with my own feet
come here, b-tch, ain’t no hidin’ from me
took a bullet in the arm, was outside same week
my first drill, i bodied three
i’m a top hitter, y’all know i’m elite
caught five n-ggas on my xd piece
that ho ain’t gang, he ain’t caught no heat
it’s me and drezz in a suv
spin down south, then we spin up east
f-ck y’all n-ggas, i ain’t claimin’ no peace
n-ggas be hoes, be duckin’ that beef, b-tch
[verse 2: k!lla drezz]
when we hop out, we all bang sh-t on sight
we don’t shoot from cars, b-tch, we walk down right
this a brand-new k with a beam so bright
we bust them doors, he tripped, left his ass overnight
i love my scope, i be poppin’ sh-t from deep
me and the gang ride dirty, spinnin’ off west street
i’m really f-cked up, i’ll shoot myself on repeat
smoke said he got a goofy, take him down, that n-gga sweet
caught his dumb ass tryna flex, left his brains on his sneaks
said he had cash on my head, now he gone same week
uh, backend a fiend, he geek without his pills
i know them opps mad as f-ck gettin’ clapped by a deal
don’t take his watch, that sh-t ain’t real
we put tyree’s ass on a mural still
don’t come through if you ain’t with k!lls
i’m tryna slide, who got the steel?
before i bounce out, i grab my ski
twelve hit them lights, b-tch, we gon’ flee
aim at his mouth, knock out his t–th
we in the dirt, b-tch, put on your cleats

[verse 3: lil gunsmoke & k!lla drezz]
ayy, drezz, them n-ggas stay hidin’ low
so when we spin, we creep real slow
we treat his ass like a file, hoe
we hit delete, then wipe that bro
that p-ssy said he lost his mind
b-tch, that weak-ass line ain’t mine
don’t step inside this ride
‘cause that’s how b-tches die
ayy, drezz, you heard about lil’ tone?
the dark skin one who love the hoe?
that b-tch get tossed from east to west
yeah, f-ck yeah, that b-tch a mess
he dissed the set, now he laid to rest
money on my head, they shot my vest
man, i just found out where they rest
you want the k or the .223, bet?

- lil gunsmoke

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