letra de f.a.n.m - osquinn
[verse 1: osquinn]
n-ggas talking out they neck, that ain’t no surprise
pull up with that 9, shots fired, shots fired
access denied, b-tch that’s the clique
get on your knees or i’m upping this sh-t
b-tch i’m that n-gga, never been a hoe
smoke you like some gas pack, kickin’ in your door
never had to [?], pull up and you die
take back what you said, and they will save your life
and i [?] smoking trees (what?)
f-ck a n-gga mean, i stay clean
f-ck around, i pop a n-gga bean, off a bean
get him trippy, havin’ lucid dreams, i’m a fiend
for that money, b-tch i’m a fiend
b-tch, get back, f-ck ’round, i shoot you in your back with the mac
three shot, i make him step back, pull that trigger
f-ck ’round, i k!ll all you n-ggas, seven figures
shouts out to the n-gga f-cking with him
hit my line, if you want [?], hit my line
b-tch, be quiet, when cops come ’round, b-tch, be quiet
got that 9, leave a n-gga family cryin’, askin’ “why?”
when i pull up, i promise you gon’ die
b-tch i’m bound to catch a body
leave him screaming for his mommy
shoot this ar and this tommy
that’s another f-cking hobby
pull up, [?] n-ggas
and i’m making eighty figures
once i buy this smith and wesson
get to splashin’ on you n-ggas
b-tch, i told you not to [?] up, what the f-ck happened now?
and i always felt mad, turn bricks into pounds
and you snitches get stitches, sn-tched up and they dead
if you f-ck with my n-ggas, i’ll pull up to your town b-tch
[verse 2: lxxiv]
(lxxiv)
pull up into your town, i got oxy’s ready to go
trippin’ off this perc, don’t try me hoe
up the pole, access denied is the [?] die hoe
mask up, and roll out, [?] tahoe
we shootin’ sh-t, we smoked up [?] clique
f-ck with the opps, [?] and his body drops
[?] as a rock, man it’s so f-cked up, [?]
ready to pop, [?] christian then you’re gonna meet your god
drippin’ in codeine, i’m lookin’ like barney
[?] busy, my shootas shoot for me
i got all the drip in the world, its alarming
with no drip [?] there is no reporting
so i’ll opp em’ out
get the f-ck back, hoe i ain’t giving clout
all these rappers p-ssy, we just air em’ out
flexin’ on the ‘gram, i ain’t got no doubt
we just gut them up
like some dope, p-ssy boy, we will roll you up
you just lost your soul? man, welcome to the club
i’m already dead, guess [?] to speed up
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