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letra de gun class ii - mudbaby ru

[intro: mudbaby ru]
ayy, welcome to gun class, man
this the number one safety sh-t in america if you ask me
i’ma show you what to do if a n-gga play with you (for real, this is no cap)
i’m your instructor (i swear on my life, mud)
i plead the fifth as well

[verse 1: mudbaby ru]
ayy, i say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot (shoo)
smack his ass, my hand across his head like a salute
my lil’ brother just threw back a ten, b-tch just made him puke (ayy)
i said, “b-tch you ain’t my boo, don’t give no f-cks for what you do”
this right here four-hundred for a line (yeah), b-tch, this ain’t no juice (on god)
yeah, i got the juice, you wanna f-ck? well, sh-t, me too (ayy)
all my brothers totin’ cutters, n-gga, who gon’ shoot for you? (grrt)
lost my dog to a rat (yeah), that’s why the whip ain’t got a roof
ayy, b-tch, we outside, that fawtyboy stay in my gеnes
only rock with my kind, i know for sure who rock with me
ceo, that’s my slimе, we pop out when you n-ggas sleep
glock .23s and .223s, lebron and jordan, same team
bullets jump from house to house (jump) annoying n-ggas like some fleas (on god)
none of this spendin’ sh-t ain’t new, 2016 f-cked up the streets (shoo, shoo)
i’ma put this song on spotify, put it on repeat
i’m a family guy, b-tch, i’m quagmire in them sheets
leave your ass lookin’ like joe you think you faster than this beam
in miami, sand between my toes, chillin’ on the beach
my n-ggas shootin’ like they some hoopers, shoulda tried out for the heat
back in the day, me and lil dre was with lil mon gettin’ the green
[chorus: mudbaby ru]
i say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (slide)
this ‘cat gone get us outta there (grrt), lil dee know how to drive (yeah)
i’ma show you what to do if a lil’ n-gga play with you (grrah)
i say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot

[verse 2: nardo wick]
i say pull up, hop out, point, and flame (grrah)
we ain’t dinin in, we tryna take out everything (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
don’t come back to the hood until you touch a n-gga brain
my lil’ n-gga ain’t been missin’ since i taught him how to aim (aim)
i say pull up, hop out, point, and blow
we just a bunch a barbers tryna chop a n-gga fro (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
i thought i was trippin’, thought i heard some b-tches yellin’
but it wasn’t, it was just them n-ggas screamin’ like some hoes (ha, ah)
i got my forces on, i’m steppin’ in ’em, i’ma show you how to step on n-ggas
don’t care how little jeans is, i bet you i fit my weapon in ’em
i’m not with the sucka sh-t, i’m not with the tussling sh-t
i rap, but my all n-ggas know how quick i be to buss a b-tch (grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
if they rip me out the plastic better got r.i.p before it
hopped out like a samurai, swing that metal like a sword
ten millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids
why y’all terrorizing n-ggas? (grrah) shoulda never asked for it (grrah)

[chorus: mudbaby ru & g herbo]
i say left foot, right foot, step back, slide (slide)
this ‘cat gone get us outta there, lil dee know how to drive (yeah)
i’ma show you what to do if a lil’ n-gga play with you (we gone)
i say right foot, left foot (g herbo), step up, shoot
[verse 3: g herbo]
they out on they block, we ’bout to slide by
soon as you spot yo’ man, hop out, walk ’em down, this ain’t no f-ckin’ drive-by (f-ckin’ drive-by)
one time i shoot my fire, why would i lie? (why would i lie?)
we go, “ah, ah, ah, ah” ah again, never eye for eye (p-ssy)
real boss, i play my part, though
got a way that ’cause we smart, ho
left them trenches, i’m not far, though
g herbo still goin’ hard though
whip white, call it jack harlow, and i tote a stick like nardo
had to take my sh-t to school, tuckin’ the glizzy in my cargos (had to take)
i was broke and it wasn’t cool, now i’m boolin’ at wells fargo
my young n-ggas go harder than me, they know i set the bar, though
playin’ with toy guns at like three, ask my og (he know that)
we make opp n-ggas yell, “please” (please), and let the trigger squeeze (bah)
this lil’ b-tch bad like billie jean, i think she vietnamese (ayy)
take her to miami with the skeeze and f-ck off fifty g’s (g’s)
got some sh-t in new york on her knees, she say she twenty-three (three)
posted in the bronx, it’s me and d, we gettin’ a chopped cheese (let’s get it, let’s get it)
i’ve been poppin sh-t for ten years, these n-ggas not me
steady beating the cops, they on my c-ck, i got a cop pleas
ridin’ the back seat of the bp and i can not believe it
ran up on a cop they said, “freeze”, but i did not freeze
hit the dealership, see two coupes, b-tch, i can cop these (these)
i feel like gillie, long live cheese, i got a lotta cheese (cheese)
three n-ggas on one track just told you how to send a n-gga to jesus
that sh-t gotta be in you, if you ain’t a soldier, this it’s not easy
[outro: mudbaby ru]
you have completed your course to the number one gun class in the hood
but the only thing is no f-ck n-ggas can sign up

- mudbaby ru

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