letra de fl3 - mdot 59
[intro: kdotb]
(beats by star)
bow, bow
bow
bow
bow, bow
only the trey, die y gang, like…
bow, bow, bow
[verse 1: kdotb]
as a kid i was totin, he tried to walk off where he goin
m-mish in the spot i ain’t tryna parlay, i get straight to the point baby girl is you throwin?
transgression with drenches, feinin to shoot i was itchin
q-qj act for the net, cause when he got shot he was on the floor b-tchin
su-suby he had to get stitches, glock gotta have the extensions
my b-tch a gangsta she already with it, she threw me the oot but i usually pivot
troopin through blocks in the morning, get back to the ave when the (?) start yawinin
chris b-tch always be h-rny, she really the doggy he already know it
like double tappin the trigger, can’t line me like one of them n-ggas
did bad on that scene had to work on my craft, next strip i shot it quicker
daphine dissin on bro she was with us, i should tell the drench to go get her
bro actin bad, he got no liquor
no i ain’t going i ain’t popped a jigga
[verse 2: mdot 59]
troops to the hill, (?)
46k he got hit in his neck, every shot that i took was a play for my set
walk him down with the pole for the sh-t that he said
bino hit, roll up the quai, ek back why the f-ck he ain’t die
eli a d-ck so we out the 9, like dayday a d-ck n-gga thought he could fly
fatboy hit took his shoulder and lean, qj hit shoutout the 3
he looked back to the flash of the beam, side step with the pole qj knee
bino packed put him on a tee, (?) who wanna meet her
(?) up top with the beam like a reaper, can’t catch us a rundown we out the kreepers
4-oh bark, creep on a kreep we gon troop through the dark
in the (?) we on court fl!ck him down on the park
start wavin the g fell in love with the spark
fl!ckin my wrist fell in love with the art, can’t come to the telly you not givin (?)
stay on that side wasn’t there from the start, i feel bad for the jet he took 1 to the heart
[verse 3: woddy]
bow, bow
that n-gga dead, how can i lack always 1 in the head
get fl!cky, i’m going kuu off the ped
get busy (?) threw off the meds, partner ain’t get back, he always sit back
i don’t know how he be smokin my deads, i’m tryna blitz that
heard the jet missed that, i’m with the rip and he only see red
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