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letra de facts - og overdose

[intro]
w-ssup n-ggas
who the f-ck said they f-ck with us
djk!llaonthebeat

[verse 1]
boom, boom, boom, b-tch!
we play with the same guns off doom, b-tch
they like, “when life of the streets drop?”
i’m like, “soon b-tch!”
if you still ain’t heard my story, then get in tune, b-tch
bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit
that’s that tec b-tch, or that mac, b-tch
brains all on the floor, i’ll let it blow, till’ his sh-t splash, b-tch
get back, b-tch!
smoking dead n-ggas, we can match b-tch
they say when they catch me, they gon’ whack me
still ain’t whack sh-t!
lack, b-tch? i don’t lack, b-tch, i got my gat, b-tch
fresh up outta’ jail wrecking sh-t
like da brat, b-tch!
skirt, b-tch, what’s the word, b-tch?
f-ck what you heard, b-tch!
og overdose a savage, he turn your block into the purge, b-tch
let it spray, shout out to the k, and free bird, b-tch

[hook]
n-ggas be talking about me
i was hustlin and ballin and went to the game
i lived in so much pain
a lotta n-ggas pray for me
a loota niigas wanna k!ll me
a lotta niigas wanna rob me
these b-tches so fake, i don’t feel them
n-gga all i know is facts

[verse 2]
shout out my bro shaam, n-gga
go and diss, i ain’t gon’ respond, that’s your -ss, n-gga
try to rob who? b-tch, please, i’ll be the last, n-gga
pull this b-tch out like a futon, jimmy neutron, i’ll blast n-ggas
i don’t honor no man with no badge, n-gga
all i know is get cash, n-gga
stunting hard like my dad, n-gga
i done earned my stripes like plaid, n-gga
all you gotta do is ask n-ggas
body bag, f-ck a casket, n-gga
them head shots rolling up all the dead ops
free my n-ggas out the fed’s spot
boy these n-ggas softer than tampons
i’m knowing, n-gga, ain’t no probably i’m blowing
double cups what i’m pouring? lean
shorty, that’s that gang sh-t
n-gga i don’t give two f-cks, about none of y’all n-ggas!
say the ops trying to turn up
take one of us, we taking some of y’all n-ggas!
shorty we ain’t going for that
n-ggas gonna feel sorry for that

[interlude]
what the f-ck you doin n-gga
gang sh-t bro
we hurt bros in this b-tch hun
39 gang, holly gang
p-ssy n-ggas, wasadha, b-tch n-ggas
i don’t f-ck with no b-tch -ss n-ggas
what the f-ck you doin’ n-gga?
hustle sh-t, gang sh-t, hustle hustle
b-tch

[verse 3]
n-ggas don’t feel me
all i know is me
all i wanted is freedom
i swear i will never change
tryta take my chain, see me in the back
shoot you down, n-gga you should learn your lesson
all i know n-ggas fake
turn this sh-t in a whole different way
diamonds for my bro, these people would never know
everything that we been through, that money did nothin but grow
got a styrofoam full of dope, i’m in the ufo
got a penthouse full of hoes, and they don’t want to go

[outro]
hold on
“man, i be goin’ crazy!”
who the k!ller, n-gga?
who the k!ller, n-gga?
you ain’t no k!ller, n-gga!
we bout to turn out in this b-tch, hun
39 wasadha gang

- og overdose

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