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letra de drop chevy - mg sleepy

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)

[verse 1]
light twenty in my pocket, this is not money
come through and pick a n-gga up like i done dropped somethin’
you can’t pull up to the spot if you don’t cop nothin’
pop nothin’, i can’t go nowhere unless the glock comin’
yeah, come on, oh, you not ready?
lately ain’t been smokin’ in the whip because the shots heavy
turn a n-gga srt to a drop chevy
i ain’t really like no spongebob, i would’ve f-cked sandy (alright)

[verse 2]
n-gga, i ain’t bill, i would’ve punched mandy
n-gga thought he bought some x pills, but it was cut candy
two-stepping with this big b-tch but i am not dancin’
let a n-gga try to play me sweet and i’ma shoot seven
burn some bridges, i don’t give a f-ck, feel like the pooh better
unky keep on f-ckin’ up his arm, gon’ need a new tester
n-ggas out here crashin’ over hoes, they lookin’ too desperate
gift wrap a b-tch and send her back, i need a new present

[verse 3]
i just spent my old cheese, i need new cheddar
told my b-tch get up, get a job, she better do better
got this new batch from unc’, it smell like nutella
big bullets rippin’ through your jacket, even three sweaters
that n-gga never hit no plays, he’s a new seller
you got snaked by your n-ggas, better move better
i’ll rob your crib while you home, b-tch, i’m too clever
you been snitchin’ all your life, you not a new teller
if i shoot this big b-tch, i might break my hand
on the road with that sh-t on me, can’t take no chance
if he run off with a bag, we gon’ chop his legs
they see a n-gga comin’ up, now they want my hand
name a n-gga you know from the hood shoot a glock on pegs
how they speakin’ on the dead? i don’t understand
when a n-gga die, they ain’t even slide for they mans
n-ggas ain’t gon’ pop sh-t but a f-ckin’ xan (b-tch)
[verse 4: mg sleepy]
if i punch you in your sh-t, will you think i’m playin’?
if i call a b-tch over to f-ck, do you think she stayin’?
i was f-cked up, i shook back, had to play my hand
n-ggas f-cked up without no pape’, gotta snake they mans
i done seen the closest switch, i don’t need no friends
b-tch, if i was deebo in the hood, i would’ve beat on craig
dumb b-tch done text some bullsh-t, i left her seen on read
told her i done beat them doonies down, i’m tryna meet your friend

[verse 5]
(alright) you tryna meet her friend?
i was upstairs with the aunt tryna f-ck the aunt
n-gga, how you tryna move the bag but you know you can’t?
smokin’ real cookies on the bag, you see the f-ckin’ stamp
i was young, got my ass whooped ’cause i broke the lamp
grab my cheese, count up fifty twenties with a rubber band
n-ggas fake, had to realize, but now i understand
grab some kicks, pull some pape’ out, i’m ’bout to k!ll the ‘gram

- mg sleepy

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