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letra de g19 - nast b

[intro: no savage & nast b]
aye nast
what up bro?
what it do n-gga?
mob, aye jourdan, you gotta turn this up on this one right here
we don’t give a f-ck
i got juu on the beat too, haha
they ain’t a n-gga in this f-ckin’ rap game that’s gon’ play with either one of us in this sh-t, remember that
nast holdin’ that sh-t down in the md side and i got us

[chorus: no savage & nast b]
mob, can’t f-ck with a p-ssy or none of you fake n-ggas
uh, up with the drac’ he ain’t die that’s a [?]
just me and nast ’bout to go out the bay with it
i got to bring every glock to the a’ with me
nast and wop, he gotta stay with me
got to take bro and his men out of state with me
n-gga will die if a f-ck-n-gga play with him
he gotta die if a f-ck-n-gga play with me
glock 22 like my b-tch she gon’ lay with me
if cats on my d-ck they state tryna label me
most of you rap n-ggas really be make-believe
i heard bro got shot and i couldn’t breathe
n-gga on ig pokin’ sh-t that you shouldn’t see
stuck in the trap now i feel like i couldn’t leave
i put the switch on the back of a nineteen
[verse: no savage & nast b]
yeah, b-tch, you n-ggas be scared of sh-t of me
uh, i put that sh-t on his man, literally
dracos, vec’s and glocks, artillery
i ain’t on fake sh-t this here the real me
i got so many opps wanna k!ll me
drop off that stick, makin’ em’ feel me
i ain’t the n-gga them boys wanna deal with
i put a whole lot of work in this sh-t
i was grindin’ too hard man i couldn’t even switch fits
got back from cali’ i made me a quick flip
and this sh-t ain’t for kids, treat the ‘za like a bag of trix
if i go broke we gon’ go on a bunch of l!cks
i was fifteen i felt like i was 26
couldn’t do school i was more into takin’ risks
savage with me made a promise he wouldn’t miss
whippin’ the coke, strirrin’ that cake mix
i ain’t f-ckin’ with no rappers they be on g-y sh-t
uh, these lil’ b-tch-ass n-ggas be opp
5.56 sing louder than opera
balenci’ my b-tch so i put her in prada
she don’t get sh-t if she don’t act proper
i got a baby momma who’ll slober
she eat the d-ck until i start knoddin’
uh, uh, you must tryna get you a headshot
uh, come out the door i’m on point with a red-dot
7.62 blow his b-tch-ass dread back
how you gon’ spray at a n-gga who sprayin’ back?
f-ck all the wock’ n-gga i want some real act’
let him go down and i’ma get bro back
n-gga ducked me but he still can’t duck shots
wopo
uh, i’m tryna move forward i can’t go backward
this where i stay in the stu’ if i’m not in the booth then i’m puttin’ them bands in a mattress
i’m ’bout to tour all the world like a atlas
ready whenever i don’t need to practice
get money n-gga she say “i’m attractive”
watch for the snakes i be seein’ their tactics
[chorus: no savage & nast b]
mob, can’t f-ck with a p-ssy or none of you fake n-ggas
uh, up with the drac’ he ain’t die that’s a [?]
just me and nast ’bout to go out the bay with it
i got to bring every glock to the a’ with me
nast and wop, he gotta stay with me
got to take bro and his men out of state with me
n-gga will die if a f-ck-n-gga play with him
he gotta die if a f-ck-n-gga play with me
glock 22 like my b-tch she gon’ lay with me
if cats on my d-ck they state tryna label me
most of you rap n-ggas really be make-believe
i heard bro got shot and i couldn’t breathe
n-gga on ig pokin’ sh-t that you shouldn’t see
stuck in the trap now i feel like i couldn’t leave
i put the switch on the back of a nineteen

- nast b

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