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letra de steak strips - rxknephew

[in progress]

[intro]
ay (yuh)
(do you hear me?) they want me to go back to the old me
(is you listening or do you hear me?)
you know, i ain’t really ’bout to get into that (rxk)
everybody wanna talk about they the new them (bossup, n-gga)
i’ma show you something

[verse 1]
walk out that b-tch like the old me
step in that b-tch, i look like the new me
opps want me dead, really wanna do me
opps on my d-ck, they really be groupies
walk in the trap, hit that b-tch with a two piece
230 like a chicken two piece
up that fire, hit your doobie
met her on the gram, now it’s a coolie
do how you do what i do how i do it
lil n-gga, i’ma do me
glock on my side, it puny
grr, look like the movies (boom)
i’m the hood indiana jones
b-tch like tomb raider with french tip toes
walk in the trap, better keep the door closed
don’t trust these n-ggas as far as i can throw ’em
neph changed up, i don’t know ’em
tell ’em back up, i’m ’bout to blow ’em
doing a hundred, i’m floating
broke my phone, i don’t know where i’m going
found the plug, no gps
i been robbing since watching pbs
take a trip, i can see lax
take care of the fam and feed the rest
trapping all week, need to rest
they calling now, but ain’t answer collect
i don’t give a d-mn ’bout her p-ssy wet
thumb through a check, feel like i’m getting neck
creamy dope like peter pan
trap n-gga with funky socks
unc’ feet hurt standing on the block
these n-ggas be panhandling like unc’
these n-ggas favorite words “let me hold something”
back the f-ck up if you know something
gl!ck on my hip like i go hunting
glock ignorant, n-gga, i ain’t know nothing
stuck in the trap ’til 4 something
hand me the pole, they know i’ma dump it
straight drop taste like peanut b-tter crunch
put in your order and get what you want
my auntie love me and i love her the same
they tell me every song be pain
they wanna be me but they life ain’t the same
do it for the street, not for the fame
this outfit, had it on for days
fresh as f-ck like the first day
born in the 90’s, i don’t do no perkies
back the f-ck up, my bean working
my bean just kicked in
flex on the gram, get your trap kicked in
watching the plug when the pack come in
slitherman rob his friends (slitherman)
nuclear glock make the world end
drunk driving, i can’t see the lane
they ain’t from the street, they can’t see my pain
dropped another album and i need a stain
turnt the f-ck up, i am not cooling
don’t need a shooter, i am my shooter
my b-tch rub my stomach, call me buddha
move, get the f-ck out the way like i’m luda
point that stick like rick the ruler
coke shiny like it came from a jeweler
used to have neck braids like dooga
glock leave a n-gga bow-legged like luger
my b-tch told me i need to stay sober
they wanna do me like casanova
like famous dex, i can’t stay sober
i’m booted like ovo october
gl!ck hit your face, put you on posters
work taste like strudels out the toaster
gl!cked the f-ck up like i’m ‘posed to
it’s a sign on the trap, tell you what to don’t do (yuh)
[bridge]
i’m ’bout to loop this and just black through the whole next one (i am)
i gotta loop it, n-gga (forreal, i got to)
bossup be blacking, i be blacking too
but bossup, bossup, n-gga
yuh, yuh (ay)
i gotta loop this sh-t, hold up, lemme… (ay)

[verse 2]
ay, it’s looped
b-tch wanna uber, i told her “true”
pull up on a bike shooting like coop
b-tch tryna tell me what i knew
they tryna play like i ain’t have a clue
glock gon’ swing like dj clue (bossup, n-gga)
muscle relaxer, shoot out the roof
stop saying what you gon’ do
b-tch n-gga talking ’bout what he gon’ do
gl!ck in my hand and i’m on a boot
ain’t no telling what neph might do
city to city, i’m still the same
they said that they helping but they in the way
they asking neph about his chain
this little ass glock will rearrange
boom (boom, boom)
hit a b-tch dead in they crimson chin
walk in that b-tch like lil flip
b-tch 21 and got three kids
i did what i did, don’t talk what i did
i do what i do when i walk in that b-tch
back the f-ck up, watch how you talk to me, b-tch
booted as a f-ck tryna park the whip
i’m booted as f-ck, i bumped the curb
told my homie “don’t offer me percs”
henny and beans, that’ll work
do what for free? that ain’t gon’ work
lay down and b-tch out? that ain’t gon’ work
easy stain? that ain’t gon’ work
started my own dreads in a box in jail
b-tch, i ain’t lil durk
b-tch, i ain’t fetty wap
they compare me to the new wop
tryna rob me like i’m pablo juan
i’ma be next door to pablo juan
i’m gs9 with the firearm
in the trap since i was young
slide through the paint like nick young
b-tch selling p-ssy since she was young
up that drum, dun-dun-dun-dun
glock hit a b-tch like she gotta dump
walk in that b-tch like “wagwan?”
you don’t wanna romp with me, little one
n-gga, odd glock flip a rudeboy
these lil n-ggas be do boys
stuck in the trap ’til i’m flu, boy
.30 make ’em jump like new boys
grr-grr-grr-grr, hit a few boys
pull up on a opp like “my boy”
hit his ass, better pray for that boy
i don’t know why you played with me, boy
i’m a grown man, you a boy
grams of girl, bundles of boy
big ass gl!ck like neph gun twirl
fa-fa, bust your head, boy
they like “neph, who the h-ll you be dissing?”
this ain’t dissing, n-gga, this facts
glock make a fat n-gga run track
glock hit a fat n-gga, knock out the fat
glock knock pork chops out his back
glock hit him, make ham hocks
like abdul, i’ll chop your hand off
beat a b-tch with a bat like abdul
money rag on my head like abdul
big neph on the block more than abdul
me, muhammad, abdul are cool
walk in that b-tch like i own the store
hit more l!cks than a corner store
so many nights at the corner store
so many l!cks at the corner store
they kicked out the hood, can’t go there no more
let me catch a opp, i’ma stab him
walk down on his ass and stab him
stab him like a b-tch stab her baby daddy (slitherman)
stab him like a slab of pork strips (slitherman)
ain’t no backing out or forfeit (slitherman)
put a b-tch body on a forklift (slitherman)
glock roast his ass like pork ribs (yuh, yuh)
[outro]
yuh (rxk)
you lucky i ain’t loop this sh-t again, boy (you lucky, my boy)
i’m telling you, my boy (my boy)
my boy (that’s what i’m tryna tell you, my boy)
boom, boom (drugs everywhere)
mhm (yuh)

- rxknephew

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