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letra de suicide man - mererackz

[intro]
pew-pew-pew
yuuurm, d-ckhead
rackz
nho sh-t man
push up king get your ass pushed up on
haha
d-ckhead
haha
rackz
n-ggas get shot in the ass
f-ck y’all talkin’ ’bout?
[verse]
y’all talk about sliding yeah
i do that a lot
me and this glock two peas and a pot
talk about robbing i do that a lot
whip out this glock n-gga what you got
ain’t goin’ like nothin’ can’t tolerate sh-t
only a matter and i’m geekin’ to cl!ck
push up on his vic push up on his man
i tried to whip out the stick but he ran
kids be scared of them white vans
slide back the door it’s the suicide man
i’m still in the trap n-gga with them bags
use to be small trips now it’s gas
you n-ggas ain’t winnin’ you comin’ in last
how you gon’ get rich with no plan?
n-ggas got plucked just for playin’
so watch how you playin’
i get them bags bags bags bags
take out a opp like i’m taking the trash
you can get bagged just like your man
so watch what you sayin’ and no i’m not brash
opp got shot in the ass
driving too fast couldn’t empty the mag
i’m in that hot car digital dash
pop me a perc’ and then smack on that ass
’cause i’m tryna jam jam jam jam
beat up this case i can’t go back to the [?]
one-time all on my d-ck
callin’ my mother with warrants and sh-t
f-ck a speed limit i’m floorin’ this whip
just like a slave, you can get beat
you in the sidewalk not in the streets
looking for beef i’m on beef street
talk about sliding we do that a lot
and when i say we i mean me and lul wop
you know i’m the driver and wop gon’ spark
roll down the window and let that b-tch spark
i’m on the frontline i got that ye on me
if you was smart, you wouldn’t put your hands on me
plug keep calling ’cause i got them bags off
if he run, i put the flash on him
i’m in the rental i’m flushing your street
i’m f-cking your b-tch in the back of the jeep
my glock 2pac too [?] can’t creep
if he try to run we put the flash on him
got a glock 23 and it hold thirty-three
i slime his ass out then i pay for my b-tch feet
six feet consequences if you diss me
spin on your block spin back like a frisbee
i’m painting an opp with a stick like it’s disney
h-llcat i just keep flushin’ through lanes
he stepped in the party while tucking his chain
i’m not a goat, b-tch i’m a snake
this n-gga hot, he ’bout to get baked
big walk down what the f-ck is a drive-by?
catch me an opp tryna give me a high-five
i’m taxing these n-ggas like i came from five guys
i got the junkies rushin’ like it’s popeyes
headshot they gon’ think rackzo a veteran
four of the wock’ in the crate this ain’t medicine
shoot five, best of five, oh i ain’t bettin’ sh-t
whip out the fifth on my vic’ i be pressin’ sh-t
slide with that fat sh-t i’m on my pressin’ sh-t
and yeah i be popping them thirties
i’m off the wock’ this [?] too dirty
she catching my cream this lil’ b-tch dirty
i’m a sneaky shooter, steph arm curry
holes in his t-shirt gave him a jersey
talking on tuesday dead by thursday
he play with rackzo got that dirt
serving my underhand, he [?]
he know i’ma cl!ck first, he nervous
i get the [?] on purpose
slide in that freecar we don’t push up in suburbans

- mererackz

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