letra de tec - saive
[chorus: saive]
all of my bruddas, they smokin’ on ganja, yeah
yeah, they roll like that weed
i get that high and i feel like a bee
run up on me, you get put on a t
i got a scope, acog
we finna make you bleed, yeah
we gon’ put you on a t, yeah
i got to trap out that spot
my brudda sippin’ on wock
run up on me, you get knocked
my brudda walkin’ with chops, ayy
all my n-ggas, yeah they in the a
i’m in a jet, and we go to l.a
we finna put that boy in his place
you know my chop gon’ spray
[verse 1: saive]
i got that bag like an athlete
run up on me, you get put in this pack
i got that chopper, boy, i cannot lack
we finna leave that boy in the past
shotout to kobe, i’m smokin’ on thrax
got a big bag
run up on me, you get put in the past
got jet lag, yeah
all my n-ggas, they keepin’ a weapon
run in your house, i’m a felon
my n-gga chill in the west end
no, i can’t go back to that flow
he finna cry, that boy is a hoe
i do not fish, but i got a pole
[verse 2: manimolly]
walk in that b-tch with a pole
bad b-tch gave me throat
make him spiritual b-tch, no soul
give him fentanyl, he on the floor
tell that b-tch, let me drive the boat
won’t f-ck that hoe like no
i got cars, expensive clothes
bought my b-tch versace rolls
broke b-tch, probably need a loan
tell that b-tch, leave me alone
bad lil’ hoe know all my songs
feel like saive gas through the bone
don’t want her, just tryna bone her
she say my name, don’t know her
got a bone to pick, she play with my b-n-r
[verse 3: manimolly]
she got a bone to pick
all of my brothers, they smokin’ on ganja, yeah
they roll like that weed
f-ck that hoe and i put her to sleep
yo, b-tch, she ate the meat
sellin’ packs from a to z
out through the land
not, blue got see-through lens
she wan’ f-ck hoe, it depends
lil’ b-tch, pull up your pants
b-tch, give me brain
won’t cuff that hoe, no ring
in the mosh pit, riotin
she want’ f-ck like ok then
she won’t f-ck cause my cadence
don’t want her, she a knat
i’m with saive, we smoke on gas
yeah, my b-tch, she so bad
[chorus: saive & manimolly]
all of my bruddas, they smokin’ on ganja, yeah
yeah, they roll like that weed
i get that high and i feel like a bee
run up on me, you get put on a t
i got a scope, acog
we finna make you bleed, yeah
we gon’ put you on a t, yeah
i got to trap out that spot
my brudda sippin’ on wock
run up on me, you get knocked
my brudda walkin’ with chops, ayy
all my n-ggas, yeah they in the a
i’m in a jet, and we go to l.a
we finna put that boy in his place
you know my chop gon’ spray
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