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letra de code red! - pvnic & jacob jordan

[intro: jacob jordan]
first, a stupid motherf-cker wan’ hold me, it’s gtfo
we pull up, bring the choppers, melancholy with the ammo
then we throw grenades and your trap house go “kabamo”
p-ssy motherf-cker always talking, it’s the thanos
fake friends always tryna blast for me
’cause i don’t watch when your cars sound like blasphemy
’cause i’m a god that they study internationally
i got a lot of foreign hoes shaking ass for me

[verse 1: pvnic]
like, what the f-ck? i’m a menace at the function
b-tches crawling over me, i call it an abundance
back with it and i’m casting spells, come over to my dungeon
spitting h-lla bars, metal pipes, call it top gun (motherf-cker)
money green like weed, i am flying over clouds
f-ckers trapping in the street, sh-t gon’ make me h-lla proud
and she grinding over me
hol’ up, wait, grab my glock
i ain’t finished on your block
new whip, new stick, call it cod
all blacked out, got this b-tch hashed out
aired out, get out, motherf-cker, get out
b-tch, i’m f-cking up this sh-t with my gun out
get in, back seat, still high, smoking h-lla weed
man down, motherf-cker, got a man out
motherf-ckers saying h-lla sh-t, pop his man down
and she smoking h-lla stiffy, push her to the ground
you know that she moving h-lla sl-tty
racks like body count
[interlude: jacob jordan]
i hit a l!ck, take his sh-t, feeling no shame
i f-ck around and f-ck him up, to me, a lil’ stain
on a t-shirt, put ’em on the front face
it’s jacob jordan aka the f-cking ghost face
k!lla, plug, f-cking drug dealer
the one who rides the maserati
i might need to fill up and then i’m pulling up
i gotta k!ll ’em ‘fore they k!ll us
i’m a victim of environment, not proud to be a driller

[verse 2: big melancholy]
he said he want the smoke, i got it in abundance
the f-ck the sh-t, that’s what i’m living for
b-tch, i want it and i’m on it
the 45th bust, let it rip, i watch ya dome split
oh sh-t, if i’m in a pinch, i bet the chrome spit
hollow tips, i’m on the fence, so i just go in
everyday i live this sh-t, something you don’t get
a lot of respect, you just a whole b-tch, something i could never be
i’ll disrespect you to your face then grab you by the throat and slam on you on the pavement just for acting like this sh-t was ever sweet with me
you a lil’ p-ssy boy, you could never beef with me
you could never eat me with
acting so beneath me, i could never look at you like you an equal to me
quick to block it out, so p-ssy, it ain’t no speaking to me now
put a knife in my boot right before i stomp ’em him out
i ain’t f-cking with you cowards

- pvnic jacob jordan

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