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letra de it's a freestyle - money reekk

[intro]
(dj phat, aw man)
2k
psg, g
(aye moe, that’s dj phat)

[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh-t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b-tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh-t, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
f-cked up lil’ n-gga never had sh-t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh-t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n-gga got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
don’t f-ck up your re-up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b-tch, she eat the d-ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]
[verse]
i’m in the trap play the ki’s like piano
i bust your bank i can really bring bags out
youngin’ a loose scrеw, really will spaz out
really will shoot you, glock make him pass out
bag mе a n-gga take him back to the glasshouse
i’m laughing at n-ggas the f-ck-n-gga assed out
i’m sending them sh-lls they ain’t taking my ass out
get them packs through the mail got me dishing the gas out
i switch up the cutter the chop make him dance now
get them racks through the dealer i’m putting them bands down
glock 26 gen-5 knock his ass down
shawty been goofy, n-gga was a class clown
i bust me a script for the drank i don’t cash out
n-gga i want racks, the f-ck is a cashapp?
i really got sh-t stacked up at the stash house
high off them percocet’s geeking to crash out
pouring up purple, don’t f-ck with the green
[?] drank in the trap house late-night serving the fiend
[?] bowl got me scr-ping and scratching the bean
[?] percocet’s itching and knodding off [?]
[?] gotta watch for the [?]
we ain’t stopping sh-t ain’t no shots out the store
[?] shots trying to send him to the lord
the n-gga’s a goofy, [?]
[chorus]
i’m in that foreign sh-t, might do a hit out the back
got a foreign b-tch love when i hit from the back
i be scorching sh-t, big four-fifth with the thirty attached
f-cked up lil’ n-gga never had sh-t now i just thumb through them racks
i do big sh-t gotta ride glock in my lap
like a hit stick glock he just blew out his back
i’m a trap n-gga got a ghost-glow put the hood on the map
don’t f-ck up your re-up tryna keep up i keep me a sack
catch a opp i’m a reaper i creep up we might leave his brains in his lap
when i’m off them jammers, big .50 why tote a standard?
i got bad b-tch, she eat the d-ck up on camera
i got a glock with the switch i been geeking to blam him
i’m 2ks you need a drac’ and a [?]

[outro]
(d-mn dj phat, you stay dropping heat)

- money reekk

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