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letra de sticks (poppin drill) - luisss

[intro: yeat & luisss]
i need my drugs, i need my love (we get high) (fifteenhunnid)
b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up (hey) (yeah, what the f-ck going on, maajins?)
grah-grah-grah
i’m in that tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love (ooh)
grah-grah-grah
i don’t f-ck with n0body, lil’ b-tch, i show you nothin’ (show you nothin’)

[chorus: luisss & yeat]
been gettin’ money since i was like six (i ain’t trustin’ n0body, lil’ b-tch, i keep a gun)
[bow block?], i was totin’ them sticks
i feel like smith ’cause i will shoot sh-t (if a problem come up (yeah), you know i’m not gon’ run)
she say that she like when i put a lil’ wrist
she like when i hop on the beats like this (feel like osama to us ’cause we blow up like a bomb)
we f-ck, she be like, “sample this”
i’m up in la with shaio, gettin’ rich (yеah, roll him like a filter, yeah, thеn smoke him like a bong)
i’m a [?], i feel like jay critch
hollow tips going though this man’ body (i need my drugs, i need my love)
knocked his cap, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bobby
n-ggas be stuck in the box like roddy (b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up)
shaio call me for the hits, then copy
thirty-three up in the clip, no scottie (i’m in that tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
n-ggas be bots, call solluminati
yo’ girl hit my dm, i feel like yo gotti (i don’t f-ck with n0body, lil’ b-tch, i show you nothin’)
block got a whole lotta red, like carti
[interlude]
grah, grah-grah-grah
bro, who the f-ck turned the beat off
bring this sh-t back

[verse: luisss & yeat]
in the trap like rihanna, b-tch, i’m movin’ work (i need my drugs, i need my love)
sampled yeat so my money gon’ twerk
if a girl tryna play with me, i call up perc (b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up)
leave a opp in the grave, in the dirt
she don’t want your heart, she want a purse (i’m in that tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
countin’ blue hunnids, i feel like a smurf
go on instagram live and i see the opps lurk
feel like nav and trav’, yeah, i’m up in a turks (fah-fah)

[chorus: luisss & yeat]
been gettin’ money since i was like six (i ain’t trustin’ n0body, lil’ b-tch, i keep a gun)
[bow block?], i was totin’ them sticks
i feel like smith ’cause i will shoot sh-t (if a problem come up (yeah), you know i’m not gon’ run)
she say that she like when i put a lil’ wrist
she like when i hop on the beats like this (feel like osama to us ’cause we blow up like a bomb)
we f-ck, she be like, “sample this”
i’m up in la with shaio, gettin’ rich (yeah, roll him like a filter, yeah, then smoke him like a bong)
i’m a [?], i feel like jay critch
hollow tips going though this man’s body (i need my drugs, i need my love)
knocked his cap, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout bobby
n-ggas be stuck in the box like roddy (b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up)
shaio call me for the hits, then copy
thirty-three up in the clip, no scottie (i’m in that tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love)
n-ggas be bots, call solluminati
yo’ girl hit my dm, i feel like yo gotti i>(i don’t f-ck with n0body, lil’ b-tch, i show you nothin’)
block got whole lotta red, like carti (what)
[outro: yeat]
i need my drugs, i need my love
i need my drugs, i need my love
i need my drugs, i need my love
b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up
i need my drugs, i need my love
b-tches pullin’ up and they suck us up
i’m in that tonka, baby, yeah, come show me love
i don’t f-ck with n0body, lil’ b-tch, i show you nothin’

- luisss

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