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letra de no auto 2 - montannaatm

[intro]
(run it up, tay)
(jr808) yeah
go, go, go
b-tch

[chorus]
we put switches on every glock to let them b-tches breathe
n-ggas be savin’ every thot, we let them b-tches leave, n-gga
folks ’nem thirsty, soon as they spin that b-tch, they hop out lettin’ it squeeze
whenever we know it’s up, we ain’t doin’ no talkin’, we just leave n-ggas

[verse 1]
we keep some glocks with us, it ain’t sh-t to make a murder scene, n-gga
he ain’t knew i had it on me, life ain’t what it seems, n-gga
we been clappin’ all y’all homies, k!llin’ off they team members
ot6 and tsg, b-tch, you know we bleed different
twenty-four seven, b-tch, we in them trenches
me and n-ggas don’t get a day off
n-ggas be woofin’, they don’t really play ball
if he pop out, we knockin’ his face off
he got a lil’ pipe, what the f-ck is a handgun?
we jump out of h-llcats and let dracs off
n-gga shot at me once, now he can’t walk
on his brother, can’t wait ’til we catch him
when it come to get back, that sh-t don’t got a day, n-ggas know that i owe ’em a stretcher
i’m just f-ckin’ that b-tch, i don’t text her
made that ho give me neck in a tesla
thirty-s with a brand new kriss vector
b-tch, we strapped on the three and the six, i remember them days we was on the eleven
no mercy, we blowin’ at n-ggas whenever
you really ain’t like that, you ain’t really steppin’
how the f-ck you a k!ller? you don’t own a weapon
you boys in the way, man, you lil’ n-ggas extra
we pull up, hop out, get to blowin’, etcetera
we caught a new opp, made his ass a pack
‘woods after ‘woods, his ass is thrax
it’s f-ck all the opps, they ain’t gettin’ back
just look at the score, y’all need to relax
the money is motive to get on a tac’
i be with the k!llers that’s k!llin’ the k!llers
we pay for a body, they come through the front, they don’t need the back
yeah, i like when n-ggas be actin’ all touch
soon as he run up, put him on his back
all face shots, i ain’t gon’ cap
make him d.o.a., knock him off the map
[chorus]
we put switches on every glock to let them b-tches breathe
n-ggas be savin’ every thot, we let them b-tches leave, n-gga
folks ‘nem thirsty, soon as they spin that b-tch, they hop out lettin’ it squeeze
whenever we know it’s up, we ain’t doin’ no talkin’, we just leave n-ggas

[verse 2]
if a drop a dub on his head that’ll get him stretched
won’t tolerate any disrespect, nah, g-lock hit his neck
take sum gang, my n-ggas step
foenem shoot like steph
ot6, we been a threat
me and n-ggas, we got a check
too many stripes, i’m out here official, i don’t need a ref’
too many glocks, just added switches, why would i need a tec?
b-tch-ass n-gga move wrong get left
first n-gga tweak, everybody gettin’ knelt
we knock off his head, put that b-tch on a shelf
we don’t give a f-ck, we give n-ggas the belt
(jr808)

- montannaatm

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