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letra de i need that shit - mxlachi

[verse 1: mxlachi]
i’ma die by the gun ’cause i live by the b-tch
how you trappin’ in the field, you a b-tch
stop cappin’ in your songs, hit a l- (hit a l!ck)
white plug sayin’ “dont be a d-ck”
when i pull up, n-gga run you pockets, or i’m shootin’ n-gga, cause i need that sh-t
yeah, i’m with morty, finna buy some rick
sellin’ these pounds, n-gga, that’s a quick flip
i got the pounds, put it on a ship
glock 19, with extended full clips
how you in the field n-gga, you dont tote
in middle school, played me as a joke
tub full of alcohol, let it soak
how you asthmatic. but you want the smoke
you dont love me mxlachi
i’m finna pull on your block with the glock 19
this not the holiday, we finna slide up on your block with the red and green beam
we got caught, tell mе what you seen
i’m the reason why your hood is a memе
i stay having bread, n-gga, jimmy dean
i feel like goku off a bean

[verse 2: smokingskul]
you diabetic n-gga, cause you sweet
i put the mac to a n-gga cheek
she suck me up cause she know i’m elite
green bean to his head, he a freak
ar-15 full him out like yoga
green hollow tips turn that n-gga yoda
thought he had percs, gave that n-gga boba
he stealin’ my flow, made it mediocre
pull up on your opp, act like i’m an uber
he say he a star, he a goofy goober
i am not a gd, larry hoover
this clip dont jam, we dont shoot no bloopers
yeah, have you seen a n-gga servin’ on wall street
have you went hand to hand in a car-seat
dread head shooter, clownin’ a [?]
plaid louie belt, i dont know karate
yeah, saw that n-gga and he flipped
that n-gga gunna, how he tip
i keep a stick on me like a pickle
i’m off a blue chew, i ain’t livin’
[verse 3: mxlachi]
i’m making plays, i can’t even go home
slide on your block, n-gga, with a big chrome
hit in his head, now he got a syndrome
aye lil b-tch n-gga, watch your tone
trap making noise, n-gga, like a tome
when i got mad, choppa made a tone
that a real [?] by the tone
they couldn’t hear me so i upped my tone
.40 on me, n-ggas know i’ma up that
i quit my job, told that n-gga f-ck that
who you gon’ shoot, n-gga, i’m gon’ bust back
oh you want some weed, n-gga, i’ma drug that

- mxlachi

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