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letra de sticks in the v - lub minu & kayglo

[verse 1: lub minu]
i rock with my five
pull on [?], you gon’ die
we got way too many sticks up in this v, so you decide
i’m gon’ bounce out with this .223, lil bro bounce out with 9
if it’s up, lil b-tch, it’s up
no, i ain’t tryna waste no time
big switch, put it on the glock, that’s my favorite kind
freaky b-tch, she on my d-ck
don’t wanna f-ck, just pass the chime
let’s go!
my lil [?] bad
she know how to dress, i buy her expensive sh-t
bail out the truck with a big fo’-nick’
try to run, put a beam on top of his sh-t
i got a big bankroll
she do what i say, so i’m droppin’ a bag on the b-tch
b-tch, i be flee from the head to the toe
when i walk in party, they know i’m the sh-t
white n-ggas out here be on our d-ck
if you really want smoke, have my [?]
we from the trenches, we really got sticks
we’ll hawk ’em down, and hop out with the nick’, b-tch

[verse 1: kayglo]
tired of p-ssy n-ggas steady sending all them threats
n-gga, pop out
bet i have them k!llers at your neck
this a brand new f&n
n-gga, we don’t f-ck with tecs
lately i been playing ball
come outside, i ain’t tryna text, b-tch
pop up out that sprinter, we ain’t tryna loan no whip
if you pull up on this block, we gon’ send shots through the fender
i’m a demon, my heart cold
real cold, like it’s december
you claim you be with them guys
boy, your ass is not a member

[verse 2: lub minu]
just got a glock with a new f&n, this lil b-tch raw as f-ck
put a switch on back the glock
so when i shoot, this b-tch gon’ buss
we [?] the glocks up in this b-tch
that’s hog, we shakin’ up
hop out gang, we too official
we like hoppin’ out them trucks
hop up out that sprinter, me and casey feed ’em dinner
this b-tch bad, she want a winner
but she got bl!cks to blow at n-ggas
if you a demon, i’m a reaper
get n-ggas gone without that trigger
you claim you be with them n-ggas
but you still don’t got no bl!cker, b-tch

[verse 2: kayglo]
jog and hog, b-tch, that’s the same thing
and my n-ggas pressure gang
you know we always bring that flame
it’s 2022, we don’t do no fighting
the glock go bang
my lil shooter black as f-ck
and he got range like luol deng
i k!ll me a n-gga if he try reach for my chain
i’ll put you in the dirt, that’s if you bappin’ on my name
i took some losses in this sh-t
man, that sh-t part of the game
this lil b-tch, she from the other side
man, folks ‘nem ran a trian

[verse 3: lub minu]
i’mma pull up, let it bang
send some shots right where you hang
l.a. got the wheel, he do the dash, he swerving lane-to-lane
hit the e-way on the jakes
i’m a menace, f-ck the brakes
i’mma pull up on yo block and let off shots right where you lay

that’s the ‘k
faceshot, doa
no trace, closed case, b-tch!

- lub minu kayglo

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