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letra de last response - lil quissy

[intro: lil quissy]
i told you n-ggas, i don’t play with you n-ggas kids
they finna do no diss for this, none of that
yeah, this my last response
smokin’ lil’ jeff
smokin’ shhh
smokin’ wendy’s
uh, uh

[verse 1: lil quissy]
i catch a n-gga from bloodhound, i’ma dump ’til my clip get empty
and this my last response, ain’t no more dissin’ until i go k!ll q50
lil’ shh died, but that case still open so i’m gon’ speak on wendy’s
how many homies you lost in the past year? you don’t know n-gga, way too many
eight hats went on a drill, did rookie sh-t, n-gga you tryna fool the city
lil’ jeff died, now ain’t n0body to slide, n-gga you should’ve died right with him (f-ck lil’ jeff)
lil’ vert hidin’, he ain’t really want the smoke, but know you can’t play in the middle
my brothers had died, same day 5 had got hit, prepare for a brand new funеral
i know a n-gga sniff percs, but i want ’em first, i’m prayin’ he don’t od
all you n-ggas in dangеr, i’m done explaining, n-gga you better go ot
i’m the one makin’ songs, but still get it on, n-gga you will get k!lled by me
bloodhound equal caskets, just this year, n-gga it was like one-two-three
he dealin’ with legshots, [?] got his head splat, be ready to d-i-e
linked with philly, couldn’t deal with opps in the ‘raq, ybc dul a pack
skrilla got hit, the lil’ n-gga mad about it, big [?]
hang with teeski, you must ain’t heard about it, bein’ with him get your ass whacked
kd, six-piece, smokin’ on lil’ b, n-gga, ask lil’ teeski ’bout that
(we smokin’ on lil’ b)
[verse 2: riskybandz]
who want war wit’ us, we gave ’em a reason, they ridin’ the opps d-ck
skrilla thought he knew voodoo, switch to his lane, masked up, he seen a voodoo trick
they go on lyin’ on the ‘net, but i sniff percs in my home, ask who got hit
i never seen a n-gga get into it with us and make it above that list
he tried his best to get up and put up a fight, but this drac’ kick hard as sh-t
i was on the hunt, them 444 boys posted up, i was swingin’ some sticks
you was so up in the house with nothin’ but a kid
n-gga tryna wife his b-tch, [?]
the opps sellin’ fentanyl, i ain’t tryna kick it
throwin’ first, we comin’ to end a baby, he won’t see that red dot shinin’ against his pendant
any n-gga crackin’ a 4 better buy him a gun, if you won’t do sh-t, n-gga listen
[?] lil’ ass legshot, n-gga got offered in this business

- lil quissy

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