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letra de do it - montannaatm

[intro]
(d-mn, milioo, this sh-t fuego)

[verse 1]
in the back of the black truck, masked up, ready to do it, lil’ n-gga, what’s up? (i’m ready to do it)
armed and dangerous, don’t get turned to a victim, 7.62s chewin’ him up (7.62s chewin’ him up)
no time to play, but if i do, just know you ain’t gon’ win today, we hit his face (you ain’t gon’ win)
shorty popped out with a b-tton, but he lost his life to a drac’, he caught like eight
shooters bounced out on him, left his ass broad day, that’s how we play (in broad day)
first n-gga think that he did, boy, we walkin’ him down today (we walkin’ him down today)
n-gga, you not a bully, i’ll come clear the scene out with a switch on the glock and a hoodie
that b-tch a not a goodie, know she gon’ f-ck on the gang, foenem breakin’ her off like a cookie
you n-ggas be p-ssy, hold on, let me stop tweakin’, the fact that you n-gga is rookies (hold on)
my pockets fat as sh-t, i ran this sh-t up in the trap house servin’ the goodies (i ran it up)
my pockets fat as f-ck, you n-ggas broke and y’all can’t add it up (and y’all can’t add it up)
say you my opp, you really wanna be me, this sh-t here sad as f-ck
not even into it with n-ggas, you really my fans
them boys can’t eat, that’s why they mad at us
outside the location so long, we were sleepin’ in vans, we left him dead as f-ck
bounce out gang, we creepin’ (brr)
we up on the opps, ain’t doin’ no evenin’
me and n-ggas rich, ain’t doin’ no beefin’
still catch a murder, send him to the reaper (murder)
headshot, headshot, everybody grievin’
og talkin’ ’bout she can’t believe it
them glock 27s, them b-tches some keepers
we gon’ handle the business, they know that they need us (you know it)
[interlude]
these n-ggas can’t see us, man
they know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
put your glasses on, we comin’ straight at you (look)

[verse 2]
n-ggas be cappin’, actin’ like they wanna do it, he know he don’t be about it (he cappin’)
frontin’ your move ’bout murders, we pushin’ the issue, you know we gon’ see about it (and we gon’ see about it)
told broski roll up the ‘woods while i got this drac’ in my lap
we back to back, exchangin’ locations, we tryna see where these lil’ n-ggas at (let get ’em)
bounce out, creep, makin’ your famous, we put them b-tches all up in his hat
you lack, you sleep, b-tch, i’m dangerous (boom, boom, boom)
send him my way and he ain’t comin’ back
he chasin’ a b-tch, i’m chasin’ some racks
you boys on that bullsh-t, i’m on attack
if he get in the way, he get hit in his hat
caught like six to the face, caught four to the back
we ain’t playin’ no games, knock him off the map
can’t talk about graves, i know where they at
that n-gga went missin’, i know where he be
pull up, walkin’ you down, give him r.i.p.
the ar sing like r&b
folks ‘nem chasin’ sh-t for miles, lil’ n-gga, don’t play with me (lil’ n-gga, don’t play with me)
i ain’t gon’ wait late night to slide, you know this sh-t broad day with me (it’s broad day with me)
we gon’ suit up, you know it ain’t sh-t, we’ll pull up
he died with this glock, not a good look
folks ‘nem spinnin’ and spinnin’, we got n-ggas shook up
stand over, he don’t wanna look up
walk in the trap and i cook up
scr-pin’ the pot and workin’ my wrist, yeah, i got hook up (skrr, skrr)
i don’t need a blender, before you lil’ n-ggas came, all of that dope got shook up
you better ask, i got that sh-t that make the js nod then look up
and he finna nod again, and just like that, i’m bringin’ profit in

- montannaatm

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