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letra de indictment talk 2 - rlsg kd

[verse 1: rlsg kd]
it ain’t more than a deuce, i ain’t tryna pour
you n-ggas g-y, every week, it’s a different bro
i like my b-tch a breadwinner like she dej loaf
this the same gun, but we got a different scope
cookie plug from the bay, he a real loc
e told me switch the pills, they some different pros
i like my b-tches outta state ’cause they different hoes
i could send her in the store and leavе her on the road
moved in that lil’ old spot just to usе her stove
told her get up real early, we finna get some phones
the kids irritating, wanna play games on my phone
met this b-tch pops, he wanna steal me some sh-t outta lowe’s
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i got a sloppy-ass roll in these big-ass girbauds
i’m finna wear ’em to the mall, but i’ma switch ’em, though
i’m in the strip club with pole and all the b-tches on me
b-tch thought my d-ck got on hard, that’s just the pistol pokin’
somebody finna get put out, i smell a swisher burnin’
everybody got a knife, i guess my n-ggas learnin’
just seen kd at the clinic, i think my n-gga burnin’
you try to run, get shot in the ass like a n-gga burnin’
oh, i ain’t know they give out drank, i think he gettin’ some purple
i always see dog downtown, i think that n-gga workin’
fn hold twenty-somethin’ shots, but i’ma drop out thirty
head wrapped with sh-lls on our back, we the ninja turtles

[verse 3: grindhard e]
i just mixed some morton and some quali’, my cup pinkish-purple
and if the price right on the soft, let me buy a circle
the plug comin’ before twelve like he got a curfew
i been drinkin’ all this drank like this sh-t theraflu
been gettin’ on my neighbors’ nerves like i’m steve urkel
and if you not a caucasian, i will not serve you
i got some black fiends that do dog and they do work too
i only answer on the first and i told him swerve through
they bring me pills for the low and all the syrup too
i got a pint for the low, but this b-tch personal
i know some n-ggas got a bag and they go to work too
and they’ll shoot your funeral up and they’ll fl!ck your he-rs- too
[verse 3: rlsg kd]
i heard n-ggas coppin’ jewelry from online
you n-ggas only talk to b-tches when they online
i put they ho out the trap, she kept goin’ live
i hit a n-gga baby mama, gave her son five

[verse 4: grindhard e]
i just gave my lil’ n-gga the heat, it was a four-five
he said when he went to slide, she shot more than five
i just hit my n-gga with a bag, he said i’m right on time
i just blew a zip of real cookie, then poured four lines

[verse 5: rlsg kd & grindhard e]
rio hit a l!ck on a b-tch for her purse and nine
he told me next time she flash that b-tch, it’s mine
a fiend just finessed me for a pint, that’s sixteen lines
now i’m tryna debate if i’ma k!ll him or just take what’s mine

- rlsg kd

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