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letra de skully remix - lowtow

[hook]
pullup i’m leavin em pocketless
i keep a glock in the rocket ship
i get the cash and ain’t gon deposit it
open his coffin i’m robbin it
i shoot em up cuz we not gonna politic
i get the p-ssy and slaughter it
i ain’t no rookie i’m rounding up novices
i’m castin the shadow they followin
forty up on my wrist
i don’t wanna call my b-tch
find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
f-cking wit the gang, then you better not slip
-roof-
i been outta range, y’all miss
take em’ for his name, now your body in abyss
hand up on your chain, saying i been getting rich now
i ain’t ever playing, h-llfire in the clip
-blech-

[verse]
pull-up i’m takin yo chain away, he want a favor i’m makin’ him pay me
said he gon’ fade mе, i’m making em’ fade away
i send a shot at thе op by daily/
from the trenches, 40k wita’ rocket
i keep it on me i ain’t ever gon’ lack
yeah you got a gun, but never gon’ pop it
i’m sendin’ a shot leave some holes in his back
yuh aye
i’m in the city, lil bish imma pull up and shoot up yo block
you cannot get me, i tag em’, they toes looking heavy, i’m leavin’ a trap where they walk
51/50 i came wita’ beam on the bottom, i see em’ and shoot em’ a lot
you ain’t no gangsta’, lil bish you a p-ssy, you talking but never gon’ shoot at your ops/
taking your chain away
causin’ a homicide
talk on my name, and he talk like he wanna die
glock with a blade, now my heater is cauterized
he levitating, i’m leavin’ em’ petrified/
i flip a check that i cannot deposit
i’m never gon’ talk less we talkin wit straps
i’m never gon’ lack
if i’m on the block alone b-tch you know i keep that glock in my bag
-blech-
pullup i’m leavin’ em’ pocketless
i keep a glock in the rocket ship
i get the cash and ain’t gon’ deposit it
open his coffin i’m robbin it
i shoot em’ up cuz we not gonna politic
i get the p-ssy and slaughter it
i ain’t no rookie i’m rounding up novices
i’m castin’ the shadow they followin’
forty up on my wrist
i don’t wanna call my b-tch
find me in the cold wit the bloods, and the ghosts, and da crips
f-cking wit the gang, then you better not slip
-roof-
i been outta range, y’all miss
take em’ for his name, now your body in abyss
hand up on your chain, saying i been getting rich now
i ain’t ever playing, h-llfire in the clip
-blech-

- lowtow

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