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letra de get back - rx papi

[intro]
i shot this sh-t n-gga
i recorded this sh-t, and shot this sh-t
i’m the boss

micro drac’, hittin’ him
shooting this b-tch with one hand
23 shots stuffed inside my glock i named it jumpman
cousin been whooping your ass from left to right
i’m still gon’ jump in
‘member i was broke and f-cked up
ain’t had not one gram
me and cuz got up together said, “rob him, gon make one plan”
sticking that n-gga in his godd-mn city
that’s just how the f-ck we finna play it
n-gga put money on my head, but i up this motherf-ckin’ glock i ain’t nun’ to play with
pap’ get to talkin that sh-t on that motherf-ckin’ beat
and they say i’m going fed
imma load this motherf-cking drac’
one thing i can tell you is, “b-tch i ain’t running scared”
mama say i’m ill need some pills, ’cause i’m sick in the head
feel like a a blind man the way i sleep with that stick in my bed
switches get to going off “grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr”
on god hit everything in sight
12 tried to get behind us, n-gga i’m pulling off before they could read my rights
stick my wrist in a bowl, i’m off a 22 backing a 4 imma hit it with all my might
behind the door, i lock it with a 2×4
i been here all d-mn night
that’s not your gold and n-gga thats not your rol’
why you tellin’ all them lies
fake ass k!llers and these fake ass goons stories
these n-ggas move like [?]
i need a dealer license with this drac’ the way i flip a ride
he spin, we slide, shoot, fire, none of them n-ggas gon-
one more time
he spin, we slide, shoot, fire, make sure none of them n-ggas survive
glock going off
“fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire
fire-fire, fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire”
shoot a n-gga soon as he go live, he made fox 5
aunty what the f-ck do you want?
get the f-ck on

i ain’t gotta make no story for these n-ggas, on god
boy i be cooking that sh-t
they just pulled up on me in a all white hood
you good cuz, trust me i got my stick
that car spin twice, them n-ggas get hit
don’t give a f-ck ’bout who them n-ggas with
it was what it was, it is what it is
still breathin’ when he fall, then hit him again
i ain’t got sh-t to say to these b-tch ass n-ggas
boy your og a p-ssy
overcharged him then we took it
b-tch you should’ve known we crooked
.556’s will change up a n-gga stomach
like he got a bbl
i’m dr. miami, we faceshot gang
i’ll change everything on a n-gga head
my cousin passed the blunt, back looked at me
said, “what was wrong wit your head”
ion know if the n-gga serious, or if he really scared
all i know is clutch my pistol when n-ggas moving really weird
he got a bunch of sob stories for me, don’t really wanna hear it
if you ain’t gon get in that car, to jump out and shoot
ion really want you near me
n-gga we don’t give a f-ck if you with your family
in a crowd, we’ll clear it
b-tch ass n-gga shoulda moved your momma out the hood
before you started all of that dissin’
i know your sisters still stay in the house
we don’t give a f-ck boy we’ll hit all them b-tches
k!ll all them n-ggas
put the dog on dawg then dog a n-gga
they say papi a lawless n-gga
the drac’ will take ya largest k!ller
on god

- rx papi

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