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letra de shouldn't play with us - nolimit faro & g herbo

[intro: g herbo]
uh, yeah
(big oz on the keyboard and sh-t)
big g herbo, big swerv
went up six figures and seven figures and eight figures
i’m a made n-gga, i be with gravediggers (uh)
got his head cracked, he shouldn’t’ve played with us
yeah (yeah)

[verse 1: g herbo]
i’m a gangster that got rich (f-ck)
tryna dodge a fed rico, i’m not money making mitch (no)
have lil’ cuz bail out with that switch and show you you a b-tch
i was skied up, ready to blitz, me, scratchy and lil itch
still be poppin’ in the ‘raq, totin’ a strap, with my b-tch
throw some hollow tips in his back, make him scream high-pitched (p-ssy)
growin’ up, should’ve went to school, learnin’ math to go legit
8 a.m., the opps outside, we want ’em bad, i gotta ditch (let’s go)
i ain’t graduate, i was lit
young n-gga whippin’ a new 6, i got it cranked up with the kit (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
and i’ll take this b-tch on a hit (yoom)
lil’ blood ready to blow his bl!ck
push to the left and glitch, drench (brr)
love blood, might leave his gloves and have to burn off his prints (dang)
can’t understand how i converse with thugs and i ain’t givin’ hints
countin’ that money down to the cent, that sh-t like my sixth sense
hit his head and give him a dent, now his ass senseless (boom, boom, boom, boom)
gettin’ it in as much as they print it, nah, i ain’t givin’ a n-gga sh-t (jack sh-t)
[verse 2: nolimit faro & g herbo]
i’m a savage that got lit
wartime, when it was time to slide in traffic, i’m with drench (come on)
big swerv don’t gotta move a muscle, i already know lil’ cuz gon’ blitz
already know i’ma walk somethin’ down, first one i see, his ass gettin’ hit (grr, grr, grr, grr)
y’all already know that i keep some beads, this glock a 10, it got a switch
we send shots and they don’t miss
double back, make sure he drenched (b-tch)
face shot, headshot, that’s for a diss
headshot, headshot, that’s what he get (drench)
y’all talk a lot, but ain’t on sh-t
done made me mad, y’all got me p-ssed (opp, drench, drench)
greg died, we slid the same day
don’t mention twino grindin if you don’t want me in your gangway
ain’t gotta say no name, but two opps goofies, died the same day
ain’t tryna catch no case, these n-ggas police, so i stay away (ayy)
wartime, i’m down to slide
you n-ggas, y’all be b-tches, y’all throw rocks and then go hide (p-ssy)
my opps is some b-tches, they diss us and still be dyin’ (p-ssies)
i go on them missions, i like shootin’, don’t like drivin’ (opp, opp)

- nolimit faro g herbo

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