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letra de wtf - rell vert

[intro: rell vert]
(sl!ckda3rd, let’s go crazy)
yeah
gang sh-t, you know how the f-ck i’m rockin’, brrt
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
what the f-ck, n-gga? (what the f-ck?) what the f-ck, n-gga? (what the f-ck?)
what the f-ck, n-gga? (what the f-ck?) what the f-ck, n-gga? (brrt, bah)

[chorus: rell vert]
ayy, i ain’t tryna fight me a n-gga (fight me a n-gga)
i’m grabbin’ my glock and get to bustin’
i treat thot hoes like they nothin’, n-gga
fresh as f-ck like i’m on lunchin’, n-gga
we spin for small sh-t and we spin even if it’s somethin’
switch in my hand, n-gga, you can’t duck it (brrt)
we the ones who cause the ruckus (we the ones)
i’m disrespectful, shoot in public (i’m disrespectful)
ain’t feel like slidin’ that day, i caught a bucket (i caught it)
cut that fed ho off, she disrеspectful, she was f-ckin’ (she was f-ckin’)
that n-gga cuffin’, thеn i wouldn’t trust it (i wouldn’t trust it)
if i want to, she’d let me bust it (she’d let me)
hate when a b-tch start that fussin’ (hate when a, hate when a b-tch)
straight-eight jeep too fast, i’m flushin’ it (go, go)

[verse 1: rell vert & bloodhound q50]
hit a n-gga b-tch, that n-gga mad, but his b-tch love it (his b-tch love it)
n-gga, you’s a lame, your ass a goofy, you mclovin (mclovin, lame n-gga)
i don’t f-ck with 12, i don’t cap, so i’m not cuffin’ (uh)
give a f-ck if you my cousin, you an opp and then i’m bustin’, frrt (frrt)
he’s like where his b-tch, i f-cked her (i f-cked her)
in real life, these n-ggas duckin’ (they duckin’)
but get on the ‘net and then be frontin’ (be frontin’)
long live jeff, we been got back (long live jeff)
had grown-ass goofies up on punishment (on foenem)
79 my gang, b-tch, we run sh-t (long live my brother, he did k!ll you b-tch-ass brother)
i done showed love for two hoes i ain’t come with (i ain’t come with)
switch go off, you better run quick (brrt)
[verse 2: bloodhound q50]
go, switch go off, tk, he ran quick
who the f-ck these n-ggas think they playin’ with?
b-tch, call his phone, talk quick, not sl!ck
i can’t bap, i been totin’ these sticks
h-ll yeah, i love vert more than you, b-tch
bloodhound be the gang, know what side i’ma pick
uh, go
earlier, i spent fifteen just on louis
40k in my mouth, i ain’t eatin’ no coochie
i’ll sl-t a b-tch out, talkin’ ’bout she bougie
these hoes snortin’ lines, my life is a movie
go, go
me and lil’ vert ridin’ in the back
i’d be d-mned a n-gga tryna wear our hat
itchin’ for a new hat, n-gga, better not lack
(itchin’ for a new hat, n-gga, better not lack)

[chorus: rell vert]
i ain’t tryna fight me a n-gga (fight me a n-gga)
i’m grabbin’ my glock and get to bustin’
i treat thot hoes like they nothin’, n-gga
fresh as f-ck like i’m on lunchin’, n-gga
we spin for small sh-t and we spin even if it’s somethin’
switch in my hand, n-gga, you can’t duck it (brrt)
we the ones who cause the ruckus (we the ones)
i’m disrespectful, shoot in public (i’m disrespectful)
ain’t feel like slidin’ that day, i caught a bucket (i caught it)
cut that fed ho off, she disrespectful, she was f-ckin’ (she was f-ckin’)
that n-gga cuffin’, then i wouldn’t trust it (i wouldn’t trust it)
if i want to, she’d let me bust it (she’d let me)
hate when a b-tch start that fussin’ (hate when a, hate when a b-tch)
straight-eight jeep too fast, i’m flushin’ it (go, go)

- rell vert

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