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letra de going in - rondoe

[intro]
mobbin’ vol. 2
n-ggas can’t fucc with me man
i keep telling y’all
yeah, shout out to the real n-ggas
shout out to the n-ggas getting money
but uh, f-cka sucka

[verse 1]
if you get shot, n-gga you ain’t supposed to tell
all in your 24-hour, trying to work a deal
quit asking me, i don’t f-ck wit none of them
i swear it’ll get nasty if i pull up in these stolen whips
with over two-hundred and fifty rounds in the car
a lot of you suckas ain’t gonna see tomorrow
i gotta c cool, cuz i know the d-cks listening
i don’t want them at my mama’s sh-t when you become a victim
i don’t know who to trust around this motherf-cker
do your homework on these hoes cuz they f-ck wit suckas
so i ride with a metal pipe, right
and i’ll spark it in the daylight, aight?
where i’m from it get funky like dog sh-t
if i really want your head, then i’m outside your residence
cuz really trying knock something
really get down and put a hole in a n-gga pumpkin
you lil n-ggas stay flunkin’
this heckler & koch, ill hit your back and blow out your stomach
for everybody trying to earn a name
n-ggas really get smoked going against the grain
i ain’t jeffin’, f-cka sucka, n-gga it’s whatever
they trying put salt on me, i keep pepper
on my mama ‘nem, ima get these n-ggas
my trigger finger itching
[talking]
n-gga, know what i’m saying
f-ck a sucka dot com
brim boy gang
n-gga, i don’t even know you no-names

[verse 2]
boy when i bite down, i bite and don’t let go
riding with some big sh-t, searching for a weirdo
and there’s some n-ggas that’s gonna die tonight
there he go right there cuddy, put this right
my lil n-gga in the backseat, he stupid hype
and he’ll do it and do it anywhere, it’s on-sight
f-ck it
then we back to the trap, dumping cocaine
where i’m from n-ggas really die from old age
aye these n-ggas better quit playing wit me
before i tear a hole through this f-cking city
and oh yeah, i keep it wit me
a few squeezes in this thing and it dump fifty
riding around like a president
every whip i’m in i’m sitting behind limo tint
cha’cha’yeah
smoking on cat p-ss
i swear i’ll flip a n-gga like a p-ssy mattress
like, rich and boy big, i’m a major factor
i keep trying to tell you lil n-ggas, i’m not a rapper
i just be trying to spit some game at ya
these n-ggas snakes, so i keep up my antennas
[outro]
cha’yeah, cha’yeah
i don’t f-ck with you n-ggas man
brim boy gang or no gang with me my n-gga
remember that
mobbin’ vol. 2 man

- rondoe

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