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letra de lil rass freestyle - lockdown sessions - lil rass

lil rass freestyle – lockdown sessions lyrics
[intro]
(pro-pro-pro-pro-pro-proffit)

[verse]
they just got juiced tryna ride for their friends and my team left injured
let it rip when i clench my fingers, headshot, chest shot, excellent finish (rrr)
put one where the likkle man’s thinking, you ain’t on volts so stop with the image
crash gang ain’t down with the gimmick, you ride my opps the live ones be timid (crash, crash)
face be dead but, the body come righteous
either way she can’t get jeet
spot a yute in my peripheral vision
spin that whip, up thе bl!cks and spleech
got a whole lotta beef on my table, get round еvery opp block and manage
new opps so the day goes by cuh we violate yutes on the front that’s standard
likkle man can’t handle my badness
then i go fetch his big bro dem
renten loves him a really good opp pack, yesterday he mixed latz with blem
a day before he got stabbed in raws
yk only costs to the scores
not for an eighth just a 3-5
[?] of course
my team set different there’s no comparing
who’s that black yute staring
i dunno what he thinks is a g-check but, if he’s an opp then ching
make a man go swimming no armbands
make him drown in a pool of blood
016, they try beef the gang and now they regret, there boy’s in the mud
new plate yutes tryna draw me out
i don’t pay attention, it’s all for the clout
ain’t down with the verbal i close my mouth
if i see it in the flesh imma ying that down (ying dat)
the way he got got was horrid
he got chinged up for so long, his blood turned gloopy porridge
do it and don’t say a word no comment
can’t go to war if you ain’t got money
you’re beefing the gang to impress some honeys
no consideration for your mummy
cah when your dead, her heart’s gonna be bunny
best ride with sticks and stop with the verbal
make the ting squirt like squirtle
fling some sh-lls like turtle
make the wap spin, spin, spin like a whirlpool
lil, lil rass i’m a well known crasher
speak with your chest or get that sh-t stabbed up
2-0-5 still kept composure
no shank, who left the opp boys whacked up?
if the odds were against i jetted
but i came back round tryna crash where your head is
got beanies screaming he’s dying
but we don’t give a toss, so the gang keep trying
young, young bush can’t tell me nothing
tryna leave a gun red like clifford
if i miss you then, i’m hitting your cousin
chilling with them, get got no discussion
them moscow o tryna catch me a russian
spartan, who? they ain’t on nuttin
17 times my bro from the a had his hand on work, he can’t throw up a
k
you can get down for playing both sides so, take that risk if you want to
them man get thoughts, they glide and step
deep, deep down, they don’t want to
double tap, that’s evaporating neck shot, decapitate on the opp block we navigate
get up close and chop in that ching, make a boy nae nae or yardie ting fling
tryna pack man, no pac-man
that shoot does no cameos
vest up when we’re tryna snap shots, you don’t wanna get got in the scene or cameo
i dunno why they talk on my name cos none of them bad and there boy’s in the grave
gyal say hi and hey but, she f-cks with the opps, so she she gotta hold an egg in her face
pull up and let that ring
don’t mistake me for no dj, when i reload it and let that spin
i see a man creeping up in the distance, it ain’t a thing to spin it and ching
chest shot put him straight in the deep-end
we call that olympic swim
cg, ride out with a grin
n-ggas get whacked for affiliation, tryna back their friend, he got yinged on
last time they cl!cked on a go-to plan
all of them boy got sprint off
if the man didn’t run so fast, i would’ve had 40 man in my ying
don’t get chinged and sing
if you get got, hope you drown, not swim

- lil rass

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