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letra de rt3 (part 2) - rt3 jahem

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b-tch head huncho vert
n-gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
im tryna see sum f-ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f-ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh-t
ratchet sh-t
n-gga run up on me i’ll let you have it b-tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b-tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b-tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b-tch

[verse 1]
set my n-ggas on a mission
223’s up in tha whip we tryna catch a n-gga slippin
f-ck them edl n-ggas on my momma y’all ain’t crippin
n-gga dissing on tha gang then my n-ggas get to k!lling
my n-gga running from cops and no one tried to help him out
n-ggas posting “free monte” just so they can get some clout
i’m that n-gga that’s gon f-ck yo baby momma on yo couch
disrespectful in this b-tch so what the f-ck you talking bout
speaking down up on my name then this choppa get to sparking
my n-ggas dogs that can’t be tame so you know they always barking
acting just like f-ckin b-tches boy y’all n-ggas always talking
draco paralyzed that n-gga so you he never f-ckin walking

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b-tch head huncho vert
n-gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
i’m tryna see sum f-ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f-ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh-t
ratchet sh-t
n-gga run up i’m might let you have it b-tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b-tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b-tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b-tch

[verse 2]
i don’t really give a f-ck
next n-gga play wit us then this drake gon leave him stuck
my n-ggas worried bout tha racks don’t give a f-ck about a buck
bullets coming for yo ass so you betta f-cking duck
n-ggas cryin bout a hoe, on my momma he a simp
wondering where that b-tch done go, on my momma she wit pimp
40 tucked up by my waist so i’m walking wit a limp
n-gga talking out his mouth so we gon put him on a blimp

[chorus]
rt3 up in this b-tch head huncho vert
n-gga dissing on the gram gon get you merc
i’m tryna see sum f-ckin blood up on his shirt
then have his f-ckin baby momma off the percs
i’m on that savage sh-t
ratchet sh-t
n-gga run up on i’m might let you have it b-tch
at yo momma crib, you know what’s up, you know what happened b-tch
“i ain’t wit da talk” i swear to god you always cappin b-tch
me and rt3 up in the cut we pistol packing b-tch

- rt3 jahem

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