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letra de going str8 in, pt. 4 - lil zay

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[intro: lil zay]
ayy, my n-gga [?] (ayy, my n-gga [?])
yah
yah, yah
yah, yah
yah, ayy
lil zay, n-gga
ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
they say i fell off, but i’m just gettin’ started
i set the trend and they coppin’
ayy, i’m f-ckin’ this bit’, [?]
grippin’ on her [?] on the back like i’m [?] (yah, yah, uh)
b-tch, i’m that n-gga, i don’t like to argue (pah, pah)
don’t pay me no switch, three-five in this glock
b-tch, ain’t [?] hitters inside of this car (brr, blatt)
if i blow a whistle, we shoot like a star

[post-chorus]
don’t ask to hit my blatt, i’m smokin’ on opps
he tried to run up, he got shot out the back (got shot out the back)
[?] his sh-t out with a mac (a mac)
we ain’t takin’ no l, that’s a fact (fact)
we double cross, n-gga, throwin’ back
shoot up his stop, we don’t need a mask
don’t diss on the gang, get whacked
ayy, no football, i got a sack (ayy, i got a sack)
on gang
[verse 1]
i been my young n-ggas’ [?]
slide with the tec on the mothaf-ckin’ [?] (mothaf-ckin’ [?])
hop out with a b-tch, turn her up to a shooter
if i send the hit, then them bullets [?] (them bullets [?])
don’t talk on computers, i don’t do a [?]
extensions inside of the glock like a ruler (yeah, like a ruler)
slide on the drop, gettin’ head from a [?] (gettin’ head from a [?])
lil’ baby, young n-gga a [?]
b-tch, don’t reach, you gon’ make the news
i’m shootin’ first, my number one [?] (blatt)
he gon’ skip the nerve when [?] like a [?]
sh-t me up, then i give her the poo
b-tch, i keep thirty shots in my tools
n-gga ain’t get dropped right off, no school (ha)
throw this sh-t off, he gon’ need some [?]
my n-ggas, they drillers, so they just gon’ do it
ayy, get money don’t mean sh-t to me
still in the trap like [?] (gang)
we set up shots, no [?]
we send a p, my whole [?] team (my whole [?] team)
n-ggas rats, they coppin’ [?] (rat)
get hit up with this glock 17 (17)
now hit a l!ck, can’t go to sleep
my [?] just f-ckin’ with my dreams (woah, yeah, yeah)
these n-ggas diss on the internet, i ain’t really into that
we n-ggas shoot on the curb (on the curb)
if we spin through, we gon’ spin back
sound like a relapse (yeah, yeah), [?] shots we earned
i’m in her mouth like a tic tac, know i’ma hit that
keep the b-tch out, then i swerve
and the draco got a kickback
we push your sh-t back, [?] for the birds
[chorus]
they say i fell off, but i’m just gettin’ started
i set the trend and they coppin’
ayy, i’m f-ckin’ this bit’, [?]
grippin’ on her [?] on the back like i’m [?] (yah, yah, uh)
b-tch, i’m that n-gga, i don’t like to argue (pah, pah)
don’t pay me no switch, three-five in this glock
b-tch, ain’t [?] hitters inside of this car (brr, blatt)
if i blow a whistle, we shoot like a star

[post-chorus]
don’t ask to hit my blatt, i’m smokin’ on opps
he tried to run up, he got shot out the back (got shot out the back)
[?] his sh-t out with a mac (a mac)
we ain’t takin’ no l, that’s a fact (fact)
we double cross, n-gga, throwin’ back
shoot up his stop, we don’t need a mask
don’t diss on the gang, get whacked
ayy, no football, i got a sack (ayy, i got a sack)
on gang

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