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letra de drop em - marski

[intro]
(angels)
i make ’em run and go vamanos
catch a body and dip and go on the road
if your ass ain’t angelic, you gotta go
spendin’ too much on weed and designer clothes
i’ma keep rackin’, i’m making mo’
n-gga get up and go chase the bag
srt, i’ma do the dash
i-i’ma keep rackin’ up all these stacks

[verse 1]
i’m with the angels
spin his block and yeah, we finna blast
if he talking then we on his ass
money counter beeping ’cause i make it fast
on the e-way swerving, yeah, i’m going fast
i just popped a perky, hopin’ i don’t crash
if a n-gga want smoke, we gon’ pop out
if that n-gga what smoke, we gon’ drop him
i put a dot on his head like he rudolph
when i stand up on my money, i’m too tall
i’m in that jag’ ’cause i just dropped thе coupe off
let’s have a racе to the top, let’s see who fall
b-tch, i’m the king in the crib like i’m lebron
next n-gga talking that sh-t, knock his tooth off
these n-ggas p-ssy like ice cream, too soft
my n-ggas finna pull up knock his roof off
[verse 2]
these n-ggas talking, spin up on they block
they get to duckin’ when we sendin’ shots
like call of duty hit him with the stock
these n-ggas p-ssy, never got the drop
my n-ggas got glocks on glocks on glocks
my n-ggas got chops on chops on chops
if they want smoke we airin’ they life
can’t f-ck with his n-ggas these n-ggas be opps
i gotta drop where that lil’ n-gga stay
if that n-gga want smoke, he can come on a plane
we gon’ hit him with o’s n-gga like i’m [jay?]
and the bullets gon’ eat ’em, cook him like some steak
that n-gga gon’ burn when it hit his face
and i waited my turn now i’m living great
that n-gga he talkin’, we send him to sp-ce
we ain’t playing no games, we gon’ go to his state
and i’ma pull up and hit him with the k
i keep making money all throughout the day
he said he get bands but never touched a k
and all of my n-ggas, they ain’t playin’ no games
f-ck around pull up, box him like a crate
f-ck around pull up, drop him, kick his face
my n-ggas on the e-way switching lanes
as long as i’m here, sh-t not finna’ change (yeah)
[outro]
(angels)

- marski

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