letra de on top - naomi's grave
[chorus]
two bust downs, b-tch i make some magic
i use my glock, i shoot it with passion
keep that b-tch out, she not coming back, yeah
i get that drop, that sh-t come intact, yeah
i see the opp, the opp get the packet
broke off that stick, don’t think that he lack it
i get that five, not doing no stabbing
don’t want your features like-
the vanishing act
[chorus]
two bust downs, b-tch i make some magic
i use my glock, i shoot it with passion
keep that b-tch out, she not coming back, yeah
i get that drop, that sh-t come intact, yeah
i see the opp, the opp get the packet
broke off that stick, don’t think that he lack it
i get that five, not doing no stabbing
don’t want your features like boy stop asking, yeah (b-tch)
[verse 1]
ha
you took a shot and you missed it (yeah)
i put my opps on a list
pull up on ’em just to prove he a b-tch (yeah)
now i got blood on my kitch’
i’m in that rock i ain’t talking ’bout chris (yeah)
b-tch we don’t know who you is
i’m tryna f-ck the whole gang’s rich
bro we ain’t sippin’ on tuss
i’m in a h-llcat not a bus
i get that bad b-tch that’s a must
she 19 turn his lil’ ass to dust
too many snitches yeah i can’t trust
i’m in the rain turn his lil’ ass to rust
just wanna f-ck b-tch there is no us
[?] going right through his guts
[verse 2]
bi-b-tch i stay with that metal
in a whip, got my foot in the pedal
i’m in a crime b-tch, i can’t settle
pop his ass like a motherf-cking kedal (pow)
p-ssy ass boy, sit down
i done pull up on this motherf-cking block, yeah, like who the b-tch now, b-tch
[chorus]
two bust downs, b-tch i make some magic
i use my glock, i shoot it with passion
keep that b-tch out, she not coming back, yeah
i get that drop, that sh-t come intact, yeah
i see the opp, the opp get the packet
broke off that stick, don’t think that he lack it
i get that five, not doing no stabbing
don’t want your features like boy stop asking, yeah (b-tch)
[verse 1]
ha
you took a shot and you missed it (yeah)
i put my opps on a list
pull up on ’em just to prove he a b-tch (yeah)
now i got blood on my kitch’
i’m in that rock i ain’t talking ’bout chris (yeah)
b-tch we don’t know who you is
i’m tryna f-ck the whole gang’s rich, yeah
[verse 3]
walk in that b-tch, i came with that pow
polo, we kickin’ his dough
i am the glock, them let that sh-t blow
holdin’ it down, i’m staying ten toes
choppa on me, b-tch keep low
slide down his block, we up in that [?]
that boy is a snipe, that boy is a hoe, b-tch
he taking my swag, i’m taking his b-tch
i’m too solid i can never switch
big ass choppa finna make ’em twitch
big ass choppa finna make ’em flinch
b-tch want me ’cause i’m getting rich
[?] just like a glitch
you actin’ forty i’m running that bridge (yeah)
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