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letra de all rise - salvo

[verse 1: $trap]
pull up wearing louis
yea you know i got the drip
i spend h-ll racks and i don’t care
because i’m rich
pull up to your house
i shoot it up and then i dip
you was talkin’ talk and now you cryin’ like a b-tch
my-my-my chains are vvs
too much drip i made a mess
your girl just said i’m fly
b-tch she said that she’s impressed (wow)
she think i’m a cute guy
i swear that ain’t no lie
don’t ask me why i text her
ask you girl why she reply

i got h-lla b-tches that’s h-lla rings
feel like lebron
a rookie feelin like a vet
reppin what i wanna rep
a whole storm boomin when i step
she drop brains for the kid cuz i drop checks
reaping what i sow
i pray my process blows
but my cover don’t
independent, switching up i won’t
f-ck the opps they can never reach me
big man like 3-4, when i get it imma let my nuts hang on yo face
hands down
no race
b-tch i k!lled you
i’ll probably stack my racks up like shaq
i only back track to break a back
k!llin p-ss-es
then i murder p-ss-es
all my b-tches are the baddest
but you hoes can never have it
don’t switch up when i wreak havoc, yuh

y’all thought i was done
but b-tch i’m jus havin fun
feel like i’m the chosen one
like im a kid from akron
flow too ill
don’t talk if you ain’t trynna talk the bill
eatin good like i’m a buffet boy
never patient, lo quiero para hoy
the sh-t i spit out from the lip
the sh-t i spit out too legit
the sh-t i spit got yo b-tch on my d-ck
f-ck outta here you cannot run wit my clique
opened your b-tch’s legs like a pit
– you hung up on the come up b-tch you don’t know which ways up
– you just tryna keep up but you dead from the f-cking neck up
– keep doin this sh-t for my family
– ima do it for the green
– ima climb to the top of the pyramid but this ain’t no scheme
– now all this money and fame acc-mulated around me, now you tryna be in my circle but you never around me
– wanna hop on my d-mn wave, but i know you don’t surf
– we reppin the vegas valley why don’t you get the f-ck off out turf
– all my friends are dead, but they right here standing next to me
– people telling me that i should quit but i’m not uzi
– yea b-tch this is $krate up we bouta shake the whole game up
– yo b-tch said she wanna taste and i kept f-ckin her brains out
– if you ask me for a feature ill turn the other cheek
– and when yo chick hopped in my foreign she said “your outfits on fleek”
– walk up in the spot, anything i see, i like i cop
– when this chopper get to choppin b-tch these bodies gonna drop
– when i’m rappin i think people feel like i’m trappin but b-tch no i’m not all im doin is stackin i am not aggressive but i stay attackin all the motherf-ckers who thought i was lackin yo ain’t with the sh-t so quit the f-ckin cappin before all my goons hop out and start har-ssin
yuh

– we put you six feet under, then kick it, relaxin

- salvo

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