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letra de headshot freestyle - prod yayo

[intro]
(and i got the yayo, shh)
(and i got the yayo)

[chorus]
ayy, lil big homie n-gga
ayy, yayo on the beat (uh-huh), told bruh, “it’s time, let’s go, let’s lock it in”
ayy, catch a opp, drop top, send shots, his top, you know we knocked it in
ayy, f-ck n-gga gon’ slide on who block? no, he not, we boxed it in
ayy, miss my lil’ opp b-tch, make her kid rock, your top, i need again
ayy, slide through the city in a buck, ayy, we drop buck, so lil’ bruh hop out, puff
ayy, whole lotta shots in this whip, be f-ckin’ up blocks from the motherf-ckin’ winter to summer
ayy, too many sticks in this hummer, grrt-baow, grrt-baow, that’s the sound when lil’ bro dump
if i say you gon’ die, then you better get ready, like john wick, he can get smoked for the f-ck up

[verse]
ayy, n-gga duck what? i ain’t duckin’ no beef, better duck that top from this arp
and we cool on together, been keepin’ it street, had to bury my new gen 5 twenty-three
n-gga, pump out your sh-ll ‘fore we blow up the street, had a mac and it came with a drum on this b-tch
then we doubled it back with a g23 with a stick on that b-tch, like, smoke his b-tch
ayy, twelve on our ass and we changin’ the whip, ayy, get me a week and we spinnin’ again
if you say that you bully, we lockin’ it in, b-tch, we throwin’ up bs every time we spin
if i snaked you before, i snake you again, i’ma poof on my b-tch, better don’t trust me again
i get shiesty for real, i be geekin’ the spin, we just spinned last night, i don’t care, b-tch, spin
ayy, f-ck n-gga tried that sh-t at the park, told the bruh now, “we can’t go for nothin'”
if you say that you gang, then you better be ready, better stand for somethin’, gon’ step on somethin’
ayy, n-gga can’t play with me like i’m a ho ’cause the whole city know i’ma slang or somethin’
ayy, four-five xd, tell me your g-lock, get up close, ayy, chop his m-ffin
ayy, free my opps, you gon’ pop them locks, ain’t sh-t goin’ up, keep one up top
put a p on his head, bruh, smack that top
too deep in the field, we just sw-ngin’ the free car
if i ever get locked, better hold with that block
ayy, car pull up, put this sh-t on fox
ayy, raw fifteen with big-ass glock
ayy, n-gga run up, ayy, stop his heart
[chorus]
ayy, lil big homie n-gga
ayy, yayo on the beat, told bruh, “it’s time, let’s go, let’s lock it in” (nah, ha)
ayy, catch a opp, drop top, send shots, his top, you know we knocked it in
ayy, f-ck n-gga gon’ slide on who block? no, he not, we boxed it in
ayy, miss my lil’ opp b-tch, make her kid rock, your top, i need again
ayy, slide through the city in a buck (uh-huh), ayy, we drop buck (uh-huh), so lil’ bruh hop out, puff (uh-huh)
ayy, whole lotta shots in this whip (yeah), be f-ckin’ up blocks from the motherf-ckin’ winter to summer
ayy, too many sticks in this hummer, grrt-baow, grrt-baow, that’s the sound when lil’ bro dump (uh-huh)
if i say you gon’ die, then you better get ready, like john wick, he can get smoked for the f-ck up

[outro]
b-tch
(and i got the yayo, shh)
n-gga get hit in his top, boom
ayy, n-gga get hit in his top, boom
boom, boom, boom, boom

- prod yayo

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