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letra de save drill - mello buckzz & vonoff1700

[intro: mello buckzz]
come through lookin’ for blood
yeah, we come through lookin’ for blood
uh, uh, uh, uh (ha, ha, ha, ha, gentle beatz)
yeah (lollypop)

[chorus: mello buckzz]
uh, come through slidin’ all black lookin’ for blood, n-gga, we playin’ spades (lookin’ for blood)
i’ma hop out and get this close up on him, i’m tryna line his fade (uh-uh)
way back then, we would beat your ass and laugh, but now you gon’ see some brains (mhm)
and i’m still ridin’ through the ‘raq like tony montana, n-gga, f-ck that case
keep my pipe, you keep your vape on you, now that’s two different smokes (two different smokes)
i’ma blow first, your b-tch ass hesitatin’, you gon’ up your pipe and choke (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i was on the block with three guns in my purse and i was still jumpin’ rope (uh-huh)
before i let a ho-ass n-gga come take my life, b-tch, i’ll be goin’ broke

[verse 1: mello buckzz]
p-ssy, n-gga, but i ain’t goin’ broke (nope, nope)
keep on addin’ zeros to my bag every time i do a show (keep on addin’ up)
huh, we was tryna crack a head and y’all was crackin’ jokes (uh-huh)
see how much you laugh when we collide and this draco touch your throat
huh, i hate your type, only wanna pop out when it’s hot
what happened to all that frontline talk? where you at when it’s cold? you don’t be on your block (like what?)
n-ggas be hoes, i got way more blood on my hands than i do squats
i’m a lil’ gangster b-tch with a sl!ck-ass mouth and a pipe i ain’t gotta c-ck
f-ck your hood, ain’t n0body else drop sh-t for my mans, you ain’t go on that ride
ain’t tryna clique up, ain’t tryna link ’cause if you in the mix, everybody gon’ die (everybody gon’ die)
we multiplyin’ our pipes and slidin’, meanwhile, these n-ggas dividin’ and dyin’ (these n-ggas be dyin’)
i’ll go get a n-gga smoked, then kick my feet up, b-tch, and wine and dine, p-ssy (and wine and dine)
[chorus: mello buckzz & vonoff1700]
uh, come through slidin’ all black lookin’ for blood, n-gga, we playin’ spades (lookin’ for blood)
i’ma hop out and get this close up on him, i’m tryna line his fade (uh-uh)
way back then, we would beat your ass and laugh, but now you gon’ see some brains (mhm)
and i’m still ridin’ through the ‘raq like tony montana, n-gga, f-ck that case
keep my pipe, you keep your vape on you, now that’s two different smokes (two different smokes)
i’ma blow first, your b-tch ass hesitatin’, you gon’ up your pipe and choke (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i was on the block with three guns in my purse and i was still jumpin’ rope (free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga)
before i let a ho-ass n-gga come take my life, b-tch, i’ll be goin’ broke (uh, you know that)

[verse 2: vonoff1700]
they thought i was goin’ broke, they asked for some money, i told them no
i really be k!llin’, your n-gga a ho, when it’s time to go slide on the opps, he don’t go (his b-tch ass)
my opps don’t play them games, they know how i hoop, i’m bringin’ the drac’ to my show (you know that)
last n-gga dissed on the gang got head tapped, he left his dumb ass at the store (his dumb ass)
i’m really top three in my city, i don’t mean to be c-cky, but everybody say i’m the goat (i’m turnt)
that n-gga a b-tch, he got in that room with them people and told everything he know (he a rat)
when i blew up with rap, it gave everybody hope (you know that)
catch a n-gga at church and we k!llin’ the pope (we k!llin’ him)
k!ll an opp, spin again, we ain’t lettin’ em cope (spin again)
arp with a sixty-round clip and a scope (you know that)
catch him in traffic, pull on the side of his v and put bullets all up in his door (where you goin’? come here, come here)
two of the opps just died, we was blowin’ ’em out, i done really lost count of the score (f-ck)
that n-gga a goofy, he said that it was up with the gang and got his ass left on the floor (his dumb ass)
i watched bronem walk him down, i knew he was dead, but i ran up and shot him some more (come here, come here, come here)
[chorus: mello buckzz]
uh, come through slidin’ all black lookin’ for blood, n-gga, we playin’ spades (lookin’ for blood)
i’ma hop out and get this close up on him, i’m tryna line his fade (uh-uh)
way back then, we would beat your ass and laugh, but now you gon’ see some brains (mhm)
and i’m still ridin’ through the ‘raq like tony montana, n-gga, f-ck that case
keep my pipe, you keep your vape on you, now that’s two different smokes (two different smokes)
i’ma blow first, your b-tch ass hesitatin’, you gon’ up your pipe and choke (bah, bah, bah, bah)
i was on the block with three guns in my purse and i was still jumpin’ rope (uh-huh)
before i let a ho-ass n-gga come take my life, b-tch, i’ll be goin’ broke

- mello buckzz vonoff1700

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