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letra de no sympathy - montannaatm

[intro]
(man, that boy jacob tough, what the f-ck?)
ayy, we want blood, don’t get your ass flamed up
we make sh-t bleed all over, we run the city, n-gga

[verse 1]
soul sn-tchin’, i done did so much, it’s blood all in eyes (blood all in eyes)
we catch bs for fun, can’t hang with us, he ain’t gon’ let sh-t die (he ain’t gon’ k!ll)
park my regular v, jump in the back of the striker, it’s time to ride (it’s time to ride)
these n-ggas ain’t ready, he gon’ panic when that drac’ go let of fire (he scared)
you ain’t gon’ step for you and yours, but i’m gon’ k!ll for me and mines (n-gga)
no, we don’t play with n-ggas, tap the switch, i bet it stop his timе (brr, brr)
all this monyun on my line, ain’t got no time to hang with n-ggas
i’m chasin’ monyun half the timе, still’ll jump out broad day on n-ggas (get ’em)
i’m like, “what they say?” they know we’ll come through gettin’ sh-t right out the way (out the way)
all of that sh-t we did was for fun, we got so good, we started gettin’ paid (n-gga)
i’m like, “what the f-ck is love?” (what is it?) that sh-t weak and it’s not pape’
know i can’t put my trust in nothin’ ’cause i’m too slime and i dig graves (know i’m too slime)
and this street sh-t ain’t no fun, really get busy with my gun
park on the side block, hit the front, we push sh-t up, that’s on my sons (n-gga)
trackhawk too fast, boy, here we come, won’t make it far, but you could run
them takers pop out with four b-ttons and spray the whole block down at once (brr)
this 6 block sh-t’ll never stop
i won’t go without my glock, no, i won’t go without my chop
knock a n-gga out the box (get ’em), wait, crop a n-gga out the pic’ (he gone)
switch him down, ain’t tryna box (brr)
and he get hit all in his top, put his b-tch ass right on fox
channel 9, he make the news
arps and dracs got put all on his sh-t, now they confused like, “what the f-ck did that boy do?” (like, what he do?)
we think he loose, we jumpin’ out with hammers, knockin’ out his screws (n-gga)
no, i won’t fall victim to sh-t, b-tch, i’m gon’ k!ll before i lose (bah, bah, bah, bah)
[interlude]
this sh-t ain’t no game, we push sh-t up for fun, on my son, n-gga

[verse 2]
i move with blood drinkers (blood drinkers), real soul sn-tchers (real soul sn-tcher)
new ar fold backwards (what?), get your soul, tackle (get ’em)
the way you n-ggas move (what the f-ck?), this sh-t is so backwards (this sh-t if goofy)
we want blood first (we want blood)
twenty k a body, let me show you how a dub work (i got ’em)
i was gon’ do it on the block, but we caught his dumb ass at the club first (b-tch, where he at?)
pull up, get you sitchy, tap the switch and make the gun squirt (grr, grr)
monyun on my lizzy, countin’ blue cheese until my thumbs hurt and we gon’ pop it, n-gga (monyun, monyun)
your b-tch wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m that, i told her drop it, n-gga
i put my foot on the gas, they know i’m next and they can’t stop a n-gga
come between me and that bag, then it’s a problem, n-gga (then it’s a problem)

[outro]
yeah, i’m a shoota, n-gga (what?)
never been a lil’ soldier, don dada, n-gga
yeah, head tapper, n-gga
get ’em

- montannaatm

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