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letra de default - neek bucks

[verse 1: g herbo]
leave me alone, i’m getting money ’til i call back (right back)
they like herbo went up m’s, think he all that
where the f-ck those n-ggas at when i was all strap? (p-ssy)
dead broke, full of anger, rocking all black (black)
i remember all that (uh)
p-ssy, it wasn’t all rap (uh)
enemies be all [?]
[?] wack
spin that n-gga all facts (facts)
gang, we got tall racks (tall)
millionaires we all black (all)
with the whips, they all matte (skrr)
family be [?]
so family ain’t all i got
all this sh-t gon’ mold you or fold you, they taught me that
i just hit a home run (home run)
patches on my ball cap
in the rolls getting drove, throwed, what you call that?
call sh-t, get your lifе sold, for a small check (small)
white chalk, or get lifе bought, with the right talk (talk)
half a milli, count it twenty times, i be right off (right off)
hater interfering with that paper, take him right off (right off)
taxpayer, mansion in the state, that’s a write off
lil bro gon’ smash him if he in the way, [?] off
lawyer paid, jump right on the case, and you might walk (shh)
bro don’t end up in that water by default
[verse 2: neek bucks]
no conversations, n-gga i should (facts)
all these indictments going on (no cap)
you [?] ain’t seen this sh-t before (for real)
so you correct me when i’m wrong
i leave some pieces out my songs
there’s certain sh-t we can’t speak on
and there’s some n-ggas yeah they going, but you know these streets, they made me strong (facts)
still posted with my guys high, 40 when i slide by
heavy on the zaza, just tryna make this time fly
them n-ggas talk that talk behind your back, you end up leaving them
lawyer tell you he can get you ten and you end up beatin’ it
back on the block [?] i’m out there with the fiends and ’em (running with the fiends)
[?] like his ass, let’s whack him for no reason then
they gave my dawg a ten flat, i can’t wait to see him get back (can’t wait ’til he get back)
and we ain’t balling on them ls no more, it’s all about the get back
i remember all them ghosts from my block because i was really with them
tryin’ rap still posted with them choppers, some stand up n-ggas
they grab us we don’t conversate wit’ cops
really from that block
survived the homicides and n-ggas shot
yeah n-gga we the ops that made it another year
sh-t all these homicides, a n-gga blessed
we ducked a couple years
if homicide really knew the sh-t we knew
that’d be a hundred years (be a hundred years)
this sh-t got hot, we had to fall back (no bat)
just tryna get your dawgs whacked
[?] crack
staying silent through the smoke, you never know what’s on these n-ggas’ minds
we slidin’ with these pros
i’m always thinking for my dawgs, i know how violent sh-t can go (for real)
not the circus just know i’m wit’ you dawg if we ever gotta go
is you my bro? (sure as sh-t)
bro hit him with his mask off, it was all talk
i know the word gon’ probably get around, it was my fault
gave him a dime, try sit him down, bro ain’t ever talked
bro don’t end up in that water by default

- neek bucks

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