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letra de streets ain’t safe - lil quickshot

[intro – lil quickshot]
(k-trakz, turn me up!)
(yeah, it’s quickshot in this b-tch… choppa, what up?)
(ayy… streets ain’t safe no more…)
let’s go, huh!

[verse 1 – lil quickshot]
thirteen years, but i been through h-ll (thirteen!)
lost my bro, now i’m raisin’ sh-lls (boom!)
glock on me, i don’t f-ck with 12 (f-ck ‘em!)
if a opp breathe wrong, send him straight to h-ll (grrah!)
my name ring bells from the east to the south (brrrah!)
keep a stick in my bag and a blunt in my mouth (facts!)
mama said stop, but i’m stuck in the trap (trap!)
too deep in this sh-t, i can’t make it out (nah!)
shoot first, i ain’t ask no questions (boom boom boom!)
ops die fast when i send that message (p-ssy!)
you was on tiktok, i was totin’ a weapon
thuggin’ with demons, no love, no blessin’ (nope!)

[chorus – lil quickshot]
streets ain’t safe, better tuck that chain (tuck it!)
catch a opp lackin’, we blow out brains (grrah!)
talkin’ real tough, now he cryin’ in pain
i’m thirteen, b-tch, i got aim like dame (swish!)
no heart in me, just pain and rage (grrr!)
shootouts daily, i grеw up strange
streets ain’t safe, nah, streets ain’t safe
evеry corner i step, gotta clutch that flame! (boom!)
[verse 2 – nle choppa]
(yeah! choppa!)
i was young with a stick like quick (like him!)
real choppa gang, let it spray real quick (bow bow!)
he a b-tch, got hit, now he twitch (twitch!)
talk sl!ck, now his name on a ditch (dead!)
big .40 with a red dot beam (grrrah!)
headshot, leave his brains on the screen (boom!)
he was flexin’ for the ‘gram, got smoked on stream
now his whole crew cryin’, can’t save that team! (nah!)
me and quickshot, that duo deadly
13 with a glock, hold that steady (hold it!)
we don’t talk beef, we just shoot confetti (boom boom!)
at the funeral, mama hold that teddy (d-mn!)

[chorus – lil quickshot & nle choppa]
(lil quickshot):
streets ain’t safe, better tuck that chain (tuck it!)
catch a opp lackin’, we blow out brains (grrah!)
talkin’ real tough, now he cryin’ in pain
i’m thirteen, b-tch, i got aim like dame (swish!)

(nle choppa):
no heart in me, just pain and rage (pain!)
shootouts daily, i grew up strange
(both):
streets ain’t safe, nah, streets ain’t safe
every corner i step, gotta clutch that flame! (boom!)
[outro – lil quickshot (talking)]
yeah…
quickshot records, choppa gang in this b-tch
rip my brothers…
streets ain’t safe — stay dangerous
eastside to memphis, we out

- lil quickshot

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