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letra de gun class party - nardo wick & g herbo

[verse 1: g herbo]
livin’ like matt hardy
“swervo, is you pullin’ up without a foriegn?” and i’m like, “hardly”
i remember that one year i bought four
but before that, i went on tour
and break the lamb’ and copped another, gotta buy a ‘rari, uh
pull up bp with the lights on, lookin’ like a cop car, smokin’ on zaza (roll up)
cameras on me, got me feelin’ like a popstar, take a g6 like a rockstar (x)
i’ma pop out to the club and flex
after that, we makin’ love and s-x
and you know i don’t give a f-ck ’bout a check
wake up, buy you a new rolex, f-ck it
and i ain’t duckin’ my pistol, i tuck it, you know i’ll bust it in public (bop)
you know i’ll bust like nine, ten times, we keep on f-ckin’ and f-ckin’

[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 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)
his name not “me out the plastic” but it 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…
[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

- nardo wick g herbo

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