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letra de rpt - ndotspinalot

[intro: ndotspinalot & justo gz]

like glah, glah (glah, glah, glah, glah boom)
like hold on, glah, glah, boom
mr. droppin’ my 4 i’m knockin’ at your door like hold on
mr. hop out and knock i’m tryna up the score like hold on
its really that justo gz n-gga yu hurd? (like)
rpt gzzly (its that ndot n-gga suck my d-ck yu hurd?)
every o shot
gllt, bow
suck my d-ck
[verse 1: justo gz]
300k, gdk, all that sh-t to my d-ck, y’all should know how i’m comin’
i get the pole then like andre i’m drummond
tg you seen me, you wasn’t on nothin’
been m80ve gang, and i f-ck with my gunnaz
if i flake spin then i’m callin’ ggunna
and that .40 i tote leave them done up
want fifty a drill for that n-gga zay munna
that b-tch is a fiend, extend the grip on a grip when i tote me a grip
don’t run, don’t trip, got a beam
like glah, glah, glah, boom
all you hear when i dump in celine
bangin’ that doak sh-t, spin through the rey sh-t, hop out and scream, “rpt”
six shots, 3a, stun, no sh-lls, no face, no case, when i shoot its a green
shoot or get shot
jack you some steppers and still ain’t come step on my block
ek get back for your pops
i’m tired of the dissin’, lets link up and play with our chops
and the first opposition that drops, stand over his body keep cl!ckin’ and make sure he die, like hold on
(keep cl!ckin, keep cl!ckin, keep cl!ckin, glah, glah, glah)
got artillery, n-ggas can definitely slide with
john wick, they gon’ have to duck and dodge sh-t
.357 bullets rippin’ through his spine, its gon’ have him on a different timin’, if he survive
rpt, we the ones that be the top
etg, we the ones that gon’ find em
jackin they gbg we think we lyin’
and that be the facts, i cannot f-ck her if her sh-t not fat
i’m might just call up and die for the rock
try to take a opp that gon’ hit you with the makk
if he jackin the o, put a o in his back
jacob a d-ck, how you die with your strap?
milly wop got beat with a stick in his back
if i spot me a flock i react and attack
on court, bro throw, yellin’ “squeeze me”
spot me c blu, i’ma aim for his beanie
remember days in the field 16 deep swingin’ them canes, now its chop with the green beam
i’ma hollow send shots to the courts
smokin’ bdiddy, he died with his pole
i got ooters they slide on those courtlandts
you was talkin’ on woo? then i’m breakin’ your jaw
like hold on
glah, like glah, glah, keep runnin’
when i’m tellin’ the opp why he stumblin?
remember them days, we don’t bully for nothin’
like glah, like glah, like glah, i’m bustin’
spot a flock, its not up for discussion
back out my knocks and i’m sendin’ a dozen
[verse 2: ndotspinalot]
ayo jdot, free you
when you come out i’m tightnin’ your screws
like hang out the v, send shots at your crew
like n-ggas be chattin, they ain’t get boomed at?
never “who that?”
we gon’ spin through the ave, send shots where you and your crew at
like n-ggas keep sayin’ my name
like n-ggas is soft, not real what they claim, like
told idot, “just aim, turn on that beam, send shots at his brain”
n-ggas is wack, never put on for the gang
n-gga swervo got beat, this sh-t is insane, like
like who gon’ spin? like who gon’ run?
notti got poked, got sent to the sky
dumb lil’ n-gga, at least he tried
like i’ma go crazy you touch one of mine
bro tell on go, like n-ggas be chattin’ like he ain’t get back
like spin through the courts tryna make a new pack
new opp, new opp, now you stuck in a pack
like jj with me and this sh-t gettin’ critical
spin through the opps so you know we not missin’ you
justo with me and you know he don’t pick n’ choose
2-3 shots pop out, thats my physical, like

[outro: ndotspinalot]
glah, glah, glah
glah, glah, boom
its that ndot n-gga suck my d-ck yu hurd?
like notti got poked on the train thats his last stop, suck my d-ck yu hurd

- ndotspinalot

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