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letra de meek mill, chico raw, and bugsy diss - reed dollaz

[intro: reed dollaz]
yeah, it’s how it’s going down
check it, it’s like

[verse 1: reed dollaz]
yeah it’s me f-ck the introduction
southwest in this b-tch and we don’t run from nothing
running ya’ gums’ll get you stuffed in a f-cking oven
i see meek, i see a b-tch, i think nothing of him
f-ck him, ‘cause when the sh-t get critical
i’ma put a bullet in his head for every f-cking individual
all in his ass, get his b-tch a lil’ physical
stop getting ya’ mans to cheer you, do what men would do
listen p-ssies, you n-ggas push me and you getting it
the casket, the flowers, that suit boy you’re fitting it
all this is real sh-t meek, i hope you’re listening
n-ggas think ya’ hot i’ma take you to h-ll’s kitchen then
my n-ggas snap, on the snap, and they riding for free
i got n-ggas in yo’ hood that’s riding wit’ me
i keep the pistol by the reach, tell ya’ goons to fall back
see i’m a small n-gga, but i f-ck with them tall gats
handguns to ‘matics, they coming in all-black
the k’s got a hundred, and i’m giving you all that
whatever you done started, reed gon’ finish
you ain’t a threat, i wrote this sh-t in like 15 minutes
let ya’ man get in ya’ ear
he gon’ be the reason when i’m squeezing that his man gotta rap from a chair
catch reed on the block, posted up with a bills hat
i see meek but d-mn, where the f-ck is the mill’s at?
we gangsters out here, my n-ggas boxed or shot up
so calm down, meek millz from now is locked up
n-ggas like johnnies, i’m getting ‘em popped up
ain’t nothing left but blood, i’m getting you mopped up
n-ggas full of sh-t, ya’ toilet is stopped up
i’m ‘bout to wipe my ass, it’s already clogged up
get ya’ crew, get ya’ fanbase, whoever you want
it’s just reed against all of you chumps
ain’t i even have to bang n-ggas
i take it back in the day, rosewood boy, we still hang n-ggas
you clutching the tool, go ‘head, try creep on me
i’m like a pillow, i love when a n-gga sleep on me
come on chico man, ya’ mind weak
i’m with the concrete, have a bullet, my treat
see i was built for the beef, molded and built for the streets
running ya’ t–th’ll get you smacked with the piece
and i heard that you box chic
so keep it easy when you see me please believe i’ll, put you in a box chic
no uppercuts and jabs, just a hot three
i pop you ya’ n-ggas gon’ jump back like pot grease
why you acting all gangster but you not ‘do?
‘cause on the low, you be like ‘yo, reed really hot ‘do’
‘cause i’m a d-ck i keep coming you like, ‘will he stop ‘do?’
‘cause when there’s beef i’m all around it, yes i am the taco
do this for my oldheads, c murda and paco
endi, t-roy, just had to give a shout ‘do
back to my occupation
when b mac come home, he gon’ be frustrated, that his youngun’ faded
‘you letting reed get up in yo’ ass?
you looking skinny, chic is you hitting the glass?’
the boy back, to the pen and the pad
back to the gym and the ropes
the razor scr-pe skin off ya’ throat
oh you must wan’ die today
see ain’t no fear in me, what you think you scaring me you fake-ass holliday?
i’ma do this n-gga, four pound [?] way
trash bag trash day stinking in the alleyway
all eyes on me
i’m the sh-t, so i guess that’s why you flies on me
we, squash you fleas with one tap of the finger
disconnect yo’ ass like ya’ phone off the ringer
oh, yes it’s me r-e-e can’t forget the d
don’t get it f-cked up, ‘cause i’ll get you f-cked up
kidnapped and stuck up, left in the alley
i ain’t with that g-y sh-t but i’ll be raping ‘em proudly
i’m taking the jewels, the furs and the keys to the ‘vette
not only that, i made ‘em write me a check
i, switch up flows like the gears on the [?]
take you to a shop for a 50, but no candy
on the block, coke and a smile, i’m feeling dandy
[?] in my pocket, this crack got me feeling antsy
a rider for real, the llama in the wheel
dump a mill’ in the court and tell your honor to chill
see i’m the first that’s there
step on the scene like excuse me, i’m working here
a young boss, this my work-in year
don’t make squirt this here, leave you motherf-ckers merked in here
me i’m ‘bout to start battling for g’s and up
watches, chains and bracelets and keys to trucks
huh, who wan’ f-ck with the boy, ‘til he snap out
beef on, the heat’s drawn, ya’ n-ggas’ll back out
my n-ggas’ll act out, violent ways
i f-ck with loose cannons that damage ya’ grind for days
i need cheddar more, f-ck spitting metaphors
spit the truth, something that these n-ggas ain’t ready for
come and vibe wit’ me, ride behind the tint
on these blocks where the homi’s be
n-ggas can’t f-ck with reed, so think smarter
not with them sweet-ass raps, he had the nerve to come at dollaz
can you f-cking believe this cat?
two seconds flat and my g’s in black like ‘where them n-ggas at?’
everybody get the f-ck on the floor
we came for you but where the f-ck is the raw?
putting guns to the wh0res, n-ggas talk, but i gotta gotta k!ll yo
case you wasn’t enlightened it’s dolla dolla bill ho
i’m so high, no time for the bullsh-t
i sleep on the floor b-tch
crack in my top pockets, gat with the full clip
catch him on the 8, throw eight in his [?]
[interlude: reed dollaz]
let me get at this bol bugsy

[verse 2: reed dollaz]
first off, let’s talk about ya’ lies
n0body feels you, you’s a b-tch in disguise
n-ggas talk about the kid but i’ma do my thing
i’m in the crib with his b-tch, she like ‘do that thing’
i’m a monster, too raw got my hood in my pocket
i’m switching the topic, bugs man he can’t even stop it
listen here fam, see this is a new year
and-

- reed dollaz

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