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letra de sanctioned lyrics - chii wvttz

[intro]
-is this glvck?-
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
look, how you sanctioned?
don’t go my side, don’t put in no pain
like, bro, what the f-ck was you thinking?
choppa let off, boys get to runnin’
like, n-gga, my ear is still ringin’
n-ggas don’t tote no chops, don’t shoot no blocks
but they be informin’
they know i move with the glock, and i move tact
tell swervo to torch ’em, aye
don’t give a f-ck ’bout cops, i’ma keep cl!cking till i see [sid?] drop, aye
you could get shot in your top, bullets they fly n-gga, ain’t duck the chop
n-gga got caught in a lie, tryna get kicks, hollows hitting his spine, aye
boy better pray that he get low, hollows release now he stuck in the limbo

[verse 1]
and you know that we clutchin’ extendos, touch one of minе, bullets tear through his window
we ain’t playin’ no gamеs, no nintendo, n-ggas be rats, they be givin’ out info
i don’t need no intro, run up on me mani know i’ma throw, like
tell mani get low on the slow, we see these boys, you know i’ma blow, like
like, we see an ape, he gon’ go
don’t got a gun, you know he get poked, like
like, i got a chop let it flow
bullets they tear his [?], like
like, i cannot wife no hoe
b-tches be treeshes, they give out that throat, like
like, call up kay flock, bro shoot
call up on dougie, bro shoot through the coat, like
like, spin through the t’z, that’s a go
chii got beat, n-ggas know that’s a lie, right
like, jacking we k that’s a no
pull up on boy, bullets taking his eyesight
like, caught him in traffic, he froze
you never outside, how the f-ck you got [?]
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[chorus]
look, how you sanctioned?
don’t go my side, don’t put in no pain
like, bro, what the f-ck was you thinking?
choppa let off, boys get to runnin’
like, n-gga, my ear is still ringin’
n-ggas don’t tote no chops, don’t shoot no blocks
but they be informin’
they know i move with the glock, and i move tact
tell swervo to torch ’em, aye
don’t give a f-ck ’bout cops, i’ma keep cl!cking till i see [sid?] drop, aye
you could get shot in your top, bullets they fly n-gga, ain’t duck the chop
n-gga got caught in a lie, tryna get kicks, hollows hitting his spine, aye
boy better pray that he get low, hollows release now he stuck in the limbo

[verse 2]
if we don’t catch them, catch their big bro
n-ggas be live, they be making these big shows
when we pull up, these n-ggas be capping
claimin’ they shooters and clutching on big poles
they not official, pull on boy bullets rip through his tissue
like, bro, what the f-ck is the issue?
bullets start smacking his chest, start frying his lung
put that boy on the menu
if you a opp, give a f-ck where you at
like, you could get shot at a venue
like, you could get shot at a venue
[outro]
gang
gang, gang, gang, n-gga
suck my d-ck

- lyrics chii wvttz

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