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letra de sp cypher 2 - lil ned

[intro: ace]
gang, we the f-ckin’ best on earth n—a
n0body can compete with us
f-ck 12, f-ck valley, f-ck all the b-tches that be bussin’ my scolatti
we on demon timin’ n—a, gansta
sp, gang sh-t n—a, we out here, that’s facts
gang, gang(bow)

[verse 1: cc drilla]
got packs, got stacks i’m gon’ flip, gucci ksubi’s that’s new drip
i got opps i’m gon’ shoot to the left of me, cook em’ the recipe, brandon egg and cheese
shoutout to the zoes and sp, money my bestie i know they gon’ ride for me
edot keep that heat better stay away, agwalla take chevy and boa’s
just copped a berreta, did it for the bеtter. keep it tucked low in the lеather
n—a thought it was wock, sold him detergent, spin your block in insurgents
briguy got the drop he know where you stay, glizzy keep a glizzy every single day
lil ned in the trap, bro’s bulletproof, and i still go ape in the f-ckin’ booth

[verse 2: ace]
aye, aye, aye, lets get it
gk on the track, run up on the pack, you already know how we get down
spin merrick with ned, put 2 in your head, we making sure that you lay down
ap on my body, scammin’ my hobby, kickin’ chevy when i touch down
book a flight to the yams, link with the zoes, and eat some griot
stackin’ my bread so high when i stand on it they think my last name is bol
shawty touch my zozo at the arty, i only like white b-tches like carti
my body is difficult, run up on me you know it get physical
i have ccd you will never get the truth from me
[verse 3: edot]
hop on the beat with lil ned, lil body but i’m still getting big bread
my pockets are full of dead presidents, i’m with the gang we pull up to your residence
no i can not let him faze me , if i pull up then i’m scorin’ like kd
4 deep in a all black mercedes, pourin up wock this sh-t got me
lazy
caught a opp he got hit in his face, someone run up then they gettin’ erased
im sp don’t make no mistakes, i still got the choppa and i let it spray
i got the heat like a baker, ball like lebron so i feel like a laker
servin’ the packs like a waiter, just like a teacher i’m stackin my paper

[verse 4: glizzy]
hop on the beat, now they wanna pay me, sippin’ that wock my vision is hazy
chasing these racks, i’m hitting up sacks, pull up on you and you movin’ real fast
can’t stop me, you not gettin a chance, gettin’ slimey y$l that’s facts
spinnin’ the opp he get left in the past, run up on sp we gon’ put you on blast
gang in the spot and we just got the drop, she give me the top and i told her don’t stop
no hesi gang, see a opp in the lane, they call me that papi without the champagne
i move like that and i just want the brain, no lettin up when we sn-tchin’ your chain

[verse 5: lil ned]
f-ck it i’m back to my old ways, k!llin’ sh-t like i did in the old days
wanderin’ round’ all the town on my roll blades
servin’ up, keepin’ the boof in my old j’s
lil ned i’m back and i’m better, i’m gettin that cheddar, keep 50k all in my sweater
no fighting i keep a beretta, shoot 2 shots, double header, always follow the code to the letter
i was away but i’m back now, we on the attack now, ain’t no time to lack now
i always keep me the pack now, smoke joey pack now, you run and you pack now
ain’t no fighting boy you better back down, ain’t gon’ be no smackdown, we takin ya stacks now
gang gon’ run up in ya crib, send shots at ya lid, we leavin’ ya family drid
and i’m sending ya mama the vid, while i f-ck on your sister, i heard that she feelin the kid
i’m smokin’ that n—a he mid, i f-ck on his girl now he really raisin’ my kid

[verse 6: briguy]
i keep a khoppa like greedy
put a bullet hole in your tv
if you want smoke you know where to meet me, but i keep a bulletproof vest like leeky
the chemist just sold me a pack, and i share it with the whole snack pack
lil ned gon’ put us on the map, and edot got the strap
i don’t know why you cryin’, don’t run up on ned unless you plannin’ on dyin’
sp on the rise yea, wait till’ we all got matching diamonds
i don’t care what you say, f-ck with gk, it’s gon’ end in violence
wait till edot got the strap, he gon’ never stop firing
free indi till’ its backwards, call up gk roll some backwoods
we all bout’ that sh-t, up them sticks don’t get it backwards
this b-tch called us lunch bunch, but none of that matters
shoutout brandon his grandma ride me like a tractor(f-ck brandon!)

[outro: diego gambino]

(this is a collect call from riker’s island from inmate diego gambino)
ayo shout out to sp that be the f-ckin’ team, f-ck any b-tch in valley
aight they can die suckin’ d-ck, hold up one more thing adam f big k , you know the f-cking vibes

- lil ned

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