letra de really on hots - nas ebk
[intro]
(shoutout yamaica)
grah, grah, grah
like, what?
suck my d-ck
grah, grah, grah
like, what?
grah
ahhhh
[chorus]
back in the trap smokin’ jiggyman pops
n-ggas say that they smokin’ my deads?
why these lil’ n-ggas got me so fed?
hop out the v, feed ‘em lead
yus gz got shot in his chest
sha gz ran, got shot in his back
n-ggas know that i’m quick to attack
lotti, notti, put in a pack
lil’ aj crashin’ the v
ethan, he ran, he was fast on his feet
notti boppin’, i can’t even stop
punchin’ my lungs with that jiggyman pops
(grah, sh-t is punchin’ my lungs with that jiggyman pops)
[verse]
spot an opp, don’t run, don’t trip
i got a baddie, she suckin’ my d-ck
spin in tints, get flipped
he talkin’ hot, he get hit with his b-tch
gun jam up, he get beat with the grip
tryna run, make a dumb n-gga glitch
with a switch, i don’t miss
300k, all that sh-t to my d-ck
now i’m really gon’ make sh-t lit
berry and dixe, they be punchin’ they sh-t
big ebk, i got shots to whoever
never lackin’ i got my baretta
i won’t lеt’ em, i’mma stretch ‘em
big 48, i start dumpin’ likе kevin
big 48, i start dumpin’ like kevin
now that boy right on channel 11
he tried to run, send that boy right to heaven
why does courtlandt say i’m a felon?
30 my body, i shoot ‘em like stephen
i be steppin’
b-tch i’m bussin’ off molly and xanny, i stay with my weapon
throwin’ 7, i’m like devin
he tried to run, he got blitzed on a reverend
[?] on my hip, bullets like wi-fi
[?] bullets make a connection
in the stu, with the drum
hop out the v, and start blitzin’ to stretch ‘em
h-lla chops, and i got an collection
got a glockie, i got an obsession
pay attention, my progression
n-ggas die, we don’t play in the trenches
(n-ggas die, we don’t play in the trenches)
[chorus]
back in the trap smokin’ jiggyman pops
n-ggas say that they smokin’ my deads?
why these lil’ n-ggas got me so fed?
hop out the v, feed ‘em lead
yus gz got shot in his chest
sha gz ran, got shot in his back
n-ggas know that i’m quick to attack
lotti, notti, put in a pack
lil’ aj crashin’ the v
ethan, he ran, he was fast on his feet
notti boppin’, i can’t even stop
punchin’ my lungs with that jiggyman pops
(grah, sh-t is punchin’ my lungs with that jiggyman pops)
[outro]
don’t run, don’t trip
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