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letra de stretched - rell vert

[intro: rell vert]
b-tch, b-tch
vert (gang, gang)

[verse 1: rell vert]
i ain’t spinnin’ wit’ no n-gga if i gotta question you
this new glock it hit a n-gga, it k!ll a n-gga right next to you
they say that–that lil boy a savage, they don’t know he extra brew
when them shottas get to spinnin’, 10 milli bullets go extra through
if you diss up on the gang, i catch you lacking, i’m stretching you
pour a four in my pop, and i call tay for extra juice
i can’t f-ck up on my bop
because i don’t even know what she gon put me through
but if you try to put me through it, i’m sending shots right at you boo
i can post up on the 9, we call that b-tch the f-cking zoo
i be still bending blocks, all way from [?]
and if i gave your ass the pass that was just god blessing you
and if i ever sign a deal i’ma have bronem flexing too
pop a 90 that’s 3 pills and i call percs for extra boost
this new striker go too fast, i tap the gas for extra boost
that lil b-tch she wanna f-ck just call your friend, i’m stretching 2
you can’t run from these bullets, if you do they catching you
man your ass not a savage, you ain’t got a hat or 2
hit his b-tch and i even ain’t tell him, cause that’s some sh-t a rat would do
we was ridin’ through the opps i saw one lacking i’m stretching you (haha)
[verse 2: bloodhound lil jeff]
(ooh d-mn)
(i saw one lacking i’m stretching dude)
caught one n-gga lacking at the store
tried to run but you know he too slow
5 shots, he stretched in the door
then lil cuz gave him 10 more
drac loud like a bomb when i blow

step back don’t get too close
don’t think all i do is just blow
100 shots ain’t enough i need more
caught one n-gga lacking in a bowl
he looked up like he saw a f-cking ghost
he dead, won’t get up no more
he dead, gon miss him forsho
wit’ the drac boy you know i’m too cold
hold on ari calling my phone
b-tch i don’t play games i’m grown

[verse 3: rell vert & bloodhound lil jeff]
f-ck his b-tch, give me top and i’m gone (vroom)
50 shots in my glock and i’m blowing (blrrtt)
i’m scoring this sh-t free throwing (blrrtt)
she hoeing i’m already knowing (blrrtt blrrtt)
i don’t even trust no hoe
i don’t even really trust no b-tch
one thing a n-gga trust is draco, on me i’m gonna shoot this b-tch
this b-tch, it ain’t got kick
this b-tch, it ain’t gon switch
yea 50’s wit’ that switch, you talk and get hit in your sh-t
i’m really from the hood and n-gga you can’t claim this sh-t
79 bloodhound, that’s the gang lil b-tch (b-tch)

- rell vert

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