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letra de shiesty hit - montannaatm

[intro]
go, go
(808franko) gang, b-tch
ot6, tsg sh-t, man (benji, how you do that there?)
you know how the we comin’, man
we step on everythin’
foot on these n-ggas’ neck, look

[verse]
i heard some f-ck n-ggas them takers ain’t like that, lil’ n-gga, you tried it (lil’ n-gga, you tried it)
every time we come through that b-tch we give n-ggas the belt, it’s guaranteed somebody dyin’ (somebody dyin’)
that [?] told on my brothers, y’all let his ass come back around, is somebody high?
got paper like looseleaf, just for little bit a blue cheese you can get put in the sky
can’t f-ck with no goofiеs, he ain’t been no part of shoot teams, tell his ass gеt up and slide
these b-tches be groupies, she gave me top like she knew me, i still pass her off to the guys
bought a crib [?], g-lock, i came with a blue beam, couple dracos and some nines
sippin’ purple, don’t do green, two hundred a cup of that eugene, wock’ over trish, i be high (i be high)
they know i put some points on the board, scored on a few n-ggas, now they in the sky (brr, brr)
i can’t with the extra, pull up and stretch ’em, we get that lo’, we gon’ lamp ’til we tired (we gon’ lamp ’til we tired, b-tch)
pop on they block and jump out and the first n-gga that try to run, put shots in his spine
last time i slid on the bricks had to blow from a distance, somebody got hit in the eye
the last time they slid on my sh-t they was in a ford focus, everybody up in that b-tch died (gang)
sh-t, i might pop out my switch, get to tappin’ that b-tch, give ’em twenty-three shots out a nine (808franko, brr, brr)
and he tryna beef with me ’cause i been tappin’ his b-tch, i just told him, “she not even mines” (that’s not even my b-tch)
i don’t wanna talk, these n-ggas be bappin’ and sh-t and i know they not even slidin’ (he ain’t never gon’ do sh-t)
you n-ggas be shootin’ a lot, but ain’t k!llin’ n0body, i promise ain’t n0body died (benji, how you do that there?)
they know we smokin’ on silly, they thought i said, uh, i can’t give the feds my time (huh? huh?)
all of this ice on my neck, n-ggas said they gon’ take it, he must be off the wine
first n-gga reach for this sh-t, boy, i bet he won’t make it ’cause we takin’ his mind
when i get them millions, i’m splittin’ it up with my shooters ’cause we all gotta shine (we all gotta shine, b-tch)
young n-ggas slimey as ever, been steppin’ on sh-t, i can never get tired
young n-ggas slimey as ever, been steppin’ on sh-t, all my n-ggas know is step, step, step, step, look
right foot in, step
left foot in, step (left foot in, step)
glocks on me, yeah (glocks on me)
we got b-ttons on these, yeah (b-tton on these b-tches)
g-lock hit him in his head, he got amnesia (now he don’t know sh-t)
yeah, yeah, and i ain’t seen nothin’
he gone, he gone, he gone, he gone, check
[outro]
brr

- montannaatm

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