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letra de final warning - lil' polo jr

[intro]
ayy, murda on the beat, so it’s murder when i speak
b-tch, you talkin’ reckless, now your body in the street
ain’t no passes, we gon’ catch ‘em, let that draco off the leash
say you slidin’? where you at? b-tch, we posted, bring the heat

[chorus]
she said she got the drop, okay, b-tch, okay
we gon’ spin and let it pop, f-ck around, erase his face
my lil’ shooter keep a glock, okay, okay
tell that b-tch to close her mouth, i ain’t got sh-t to say

[verse 1]
okay, what’s the move, n-gga?
hundred rounds up in this chopper, bet i clear the room, n-gga
talkin’ crazy, leave ‘em slumped, now he on the news, n-gga
better duck or you get touched, we put bodies in them tombs, n-gga
slidin’ with that fully auto, hit the corner, spray the lot
ain’t no cap up in my rap, if i say it, then it’s hot
we gon’ bust him in his head, we ain’t aiming for no leg
better pray before you step, ‘cause you f-cking with the dead
who the f-ck you think you testin’? hollow tips gon’ send a message
he was flexin’, now he restin’, now his mama learn a lesson
all my n-ggas really steppin’, we got drums like it’s a band
if he trippin’, we gon’ flip him, put that heat up on his man
[chorus]
she said she got the drop, okay, b-tch, okay
we gon’ spin and let it pop, f-ck around, erase his face
my lil’ shooter keep a glock, okay, okay
tell that b-tch to close her mouth, i ain’t got sh-t to say

[verse 2]
ayy, that murder sh-t, i seen it, choppa sing like it’s a remix
heard they hidin’, we still creepin’, let that ar do the cleanin’
got a switch up on this gl!ck, if i shoot, it ain’t no breathin’
f-ck a opp, we catch ‘em lackin’, b-tch, we shootin’ every season
i just dropped another bag, i ain’t stressin’ ‘bout the tab
i just threw my dog a fifty, told him take ‘em off the map
i be loaded off them pills, i don’t even feel my face
play with me, i bet you see that reaper’s hand up in your sp-ce
b-tch, we really livin’ savage, bodies droppin’ like it’s practice
put a hundred in his attic, now his homies light them candles
ain’t no mercy, ain’t no passes, when we slide, that’s closed caskets
if i catch him, b-tch, he gone, i send his soul up with a ratchet

[pre-chorus]
i pulled up with my ice on, b-tch, i flex like i’m the king
all that talkin’, get you checked, we leave your face up on the screen
b-tch, i’m smokin’ on your homie, tell that p-ssy rest in peace
ain’t no lackin’, i stay ready, keep that chopper next to me
[chorus]
she said she got the drop, okay, b-tch, okay
we gon’ spin and let it pop, f-ck around, erase his face
my lil’ shooter keep a glock, okay, okay
tell that b-tch to close her mouth, i ain’t got sh-t to say

[outro]
f-ck them n-ggas, we applyin’ all the pressure, ain’t no way
catch that p-ssy out in traffic, let that draco lead the way
if you step, then step correct, or get your stupid ass erased
ain’t no talkin’, ain’t no warnin’, b-tch, you dyin’ here today!

- lil polo jr

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