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letra de bounce out with drac - lil speedy

[intro]
(lil’ fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
9 block maryland sh-t, n-gga
free jaymo
(me and sl!ck in this b-tch right now, finna drop heat)

[chorus]
i got tired of chasin’ one opp, won’t chase one more
told god “forgive me for my sins”, but i had sinned some more
i can’t think twice when i’m in that car, lil’ n-gga i’m ready to blow
i told fox keep makin’ beats, ’cause n-gga, we ’bout to blow
if that car hit this b-tch one more time, flip it, it ran too slow
i gotta lock in when i’m in the stu, lil’ n-gga it’s time to go
i gotta get us out the trenches, make some hits and fly ot for bro
but i can’t lack and i won’t go, i’m still out ridin’ with my new pole (grrrr)

[verse]
[?] let’s give them chase for sure
8tre told, four n-ggas had poof, like where the f-ck they go?
playin’ ding-dong-ditch, tryna walk up quick, tap you in your dome
he should have never ran and tripped and fell, you know his life was gone
sharks and piranhas, man f-ck that sh-t, we throw up b’s and i drop y’s and i’m gon’ spin thru the 5, hop out, tryna make some bleed
two n-ggas lacked and they dumb-ass had died that’s what they get for t–thin’
vert told me to rap, but i wanna spin that block, i’m tryna leave ’em
chasin’ n-ggas out they shoes, i’m fast as f-ck, something like a cheetah
he want to troll, that’s why i pulled up with .62 tryna feed ’em
up three shh and i’m not gon’ no more ’cause the feds say i’m out cheatin’
foenem got my back, i got they back, so n-gga, we out teamin’
we spin thru the four, then spin thru the 5, then back up on the nine
i can’t go to no other churches, i’m on maryland where i reside
i don’t trap, i most definitely rap and clap, this sh-t ain’t nothin’
i got a brand-new glock with a 3 with a built-in switch, this my brand-new b-tton
it’s four n-ggas on that block, so i come thru, i’m scorin’ buckets
i’m still rappin’, but i never liked that sh-t, lil’ n-gga i want some money
i don’t even hang with too many n-ggas, get movin’ too funny
you got your gun took and smacked all in your head, yo’ ass a dummy
[chorus]
i got tired of chasin’ one opp, won’t chase one more
told god “forgive me for my sins”, but i had sinned some more
i can’t think twice when i’m in that car, lil’ n-gga i’m ready to blow
i told fox keep makin’ beats, ’cause n-gga, we ’bout to blow
if that car hit this b-tch one more time, flip it, it ran too slow
i gotta lock in when i’m in the stu, lil’ n-gga it’s time to go
i gotta get us out the trenches, make some hits and fly ot for bro
but i can’t lack and i won’t go, i’m still out ridin’ with my new pole

[outro]
come on

- lil speedy

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