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letra de attack mode (prod. by mbwav) - salo

[chorus]
i’m getting all that weight while all you rappers wait for nothing
it’s salo big wit pesos, not no besos boy you fronting
dedicate this sh-t, got bad penmanship i’m still jotting
you’ll be forgotten during the time i fill up my pockets

[verse 1]
i’m ruling just from this medulla
got so many snakes on my head like medusa, yeah
up ahead i’m seeing crowns and jewelry
your foolery isn’t official, yeah
all these rappers get in fits and complain while i’m getting fit with brand new fits to get changed
ima hop on jets to see the jets lose a game
when i get her text i be in vex cuz she plain
expressing my energy focus on chemistry words my element and compound
i’m getting checks wit the cheese and the cheddar, compare me not ever cause i ruin lives now
i keep it diligent, you is irrelevant
you is so reticent, you f-ck up vibes bro
you so pathetic and i don’t feel sympathetic cause i never let bygones be bygones
(oh i kinda like that) b-tch i’m in attack mode
beast with lines like a tiger and i’m giving naps all around like a afro
they always pr-nounce it “saalow”
but it’s salo and n.g the past yo
b-tch i always get the last laugh cause i didn’t know that you rappers were good jokes
mislead and i cause harm, good bread pepperidge farm
and the bank that i have ain’t dry cause my cheddar ain’t no parmesan
this ain’t no rap this is a monologue
when i blow like a flute all you rappers flukes
you playing wit me i ain’t getting cute
cause you f-ckers don’t even know my roots and that’s it
[chorus]
i’m getting all that weight while all you rappers wait for nothing
it’s salo big wit pesos, not no besos boy you fronting
dedicate this sh-t, got bad penmanship i’m still jotting
you’ll be forgotten during the time i fill up my pockets
why you tryna really do it for the gram?
i’ve been tryna really do it for the fam
no wave rider, i be doing my own thing
there is no one that could do what i can

[verse 2]
a mic what i need to cope with whatever
a ruler, not talking the 12 inch measure
y’all be staying with a fake circle
well my circle would stay on a different sector
see my future and i’m in the right direction
i can picture the scenes like i’m a director
ambition takes your hits it don’t affect us
reach the end till i’m king this a game of checkers b-tch (ah!)
i rise and you run, i guess i’m saying that you caught in the slope
no math equation, i’m just mad abrasive
you is aggravating interrupting my zone
your acts of hating, you be salivating but the bag chasing always keeping me woke
homies motivating you just stay mistaken there’s so many faking ima leave them alone
but look, you would get ecstatic when it’s ending tragic when i hit you with these power lines
if you want the static i can be of help
cause my sh-t is as much as power lines
see the double entendre, i never ponder
i slice and i k!ll you and murk all your partners
i never sleep i get stronger
don’t be a p-ssy when i bout to go conquer, uh
8th grade making more plays than a quarterback in a huddle uh
with a straight face there’s like eight ways i can murk these rappers then i chuckle
do it left and right like the cupid shuffle
girls come left and right man, cupid shuffles
rappers just dip and dash like they stepped in a puddle
don’t play with me when you in trouble, uh
[chorus]
i’m getting all that weight while all you rappers wait for nothing
it’s salo big wit pesos, not no besos boy you fronting
dedicate this sh-t, got bad penmanship i’m still jotting
you’ll be forgotten during the time i fill up my pockets
why you tryna really do it for the gram?
i’ve been tryna really do it for the fam
no wave rider, i be doing my own thing
there is no one that could do what i can

- salo

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