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letra de rock out - raqbaby

[intro]
(dy krazy)

[verse 1]
huh, i’m just talkin’ my sh-t
finally can say it paid off, big-ass rocks on my wrist
tryna make some money, can’t post on the block ’cause all the cops on our d-ck
you was bros before you caught that time, went in and he was knockin’ your b-tch
really wish i could put a stop to this sh-t
before i ever signed a deal, i was on the block with this sh-t
speakin’ of dead, i ain’t get nothin’ but a dead homie and a glock with this sh-t
say you f-ck with me, takin’ pictures with all the opps, n-gga, i can’t rock with this sh-t
if i go broke today, my glock gon’ have me, i bet a n-gga get popped with this b-tch

[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas, huh, f-ck be wrong with ’em?
catch an opp, he ain’t gettin’ no pass, i hope he got his chrome with him
left the club, i sеnt them shooters, made g-tonе ‘nem go home with ’em
tried to go on a drill, he crazy, dumbass got his phone with him
rock out, pole, n-gga, i ain’t scared of no n-gga
tote dracs and arps, we barely do no pistols
can’t rap that gangster sh-t, on a drill, you scared to go, n-gga
in this sh-t ten toes, n-gga, i would never fold, n-gga

[verse 2]
i get high as f-ck, my backwood, wockhardt on me
don’t tell me to hold your bl!ck in any situation, i’m not your homie
i ain’t gotta show it on ig, lil’ n-gga, i got it on me
i be slimin’ these n-ggas out ’cause i know they fake and phony
you just met me, how you ready to k!ll for me?
lotta of that n-ggas’ll die for me, they ain’t never said they gon’ live for me
labels mad as f-ck on my phone, they can’t even get no deal from me
i don’t know sh-t ’bout a dinner date, but you can come get this pill from me, b-tch
why you tryna suck my d-ck all of a sudden because i’m lit?
man, hop out, we got tired of the blue lights, all these cars be legit
they ain’t poppin’ sh-t in them big-ass clothes, yeah, marni don’t fit
on some young n-gga sh-t, freak b-tch gon’ suck my d-ck every morning, i’m lit
[chorus]
f-ck n-ggas, huh, f-ck be wrong with ’em?
catch an opp, he ain’t gettin’ no pass, i hope he got his chrome with him
left the club, i sent them shooters, made g-tone ‘nem go home with ’em
tried to go on a drill, he crazy, dumbass got his phone with him
rock out, pole, n-gga, i ain’t scared of no n-gga
tote dracs and arps, we barely do no pistols
can’t rap that gangster sh-t, on a drill, you scared to go, n-gga
in this sh-t ten toes, n-gga, i would never fold, n-gga

- raqbaby

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