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letra de 41 sweeps - sdot go & kyle richh

[intro: kyle richh, shomiibeats & jaystolaa]
hahaha, i-it-it’s shomii on the beat, you already know how we rockin’, man
grah
grah
ayo wise, where you at?
grah, enough is enough, b-tch

[verse 1: kyle richh]
i told relly to stay on a hunnid’
i think i see me a opp
one in the head when i bend through they block
like, in my stick, that’s unlimited shots
f-ck dot, got put in my pot
like, i’m tryna send him to jesus
n-ggas dissin’, ’cause they cannot beat us
4100, we still undefeated

[verse 2: sdot go]
they can’t talk ’bout the sh-t that they did
like, like, they don’t add up to sh-t
like, he tryna up it and fl!ck
i was shot after shot, on bro, i would’ve cl!cked
del, ran, beforе i could fl!ck
you would think this lil’ n-gga related to rick
skip school, the only thing i skippеd
never skip opps, if i see him, it’s lit
cops tryna get dna on my strip
like, he tried to up, where he went?
how you cold too, n0body got hit?
like, give me the shot, i’ma win
we in a gun fight, don’t bring your fists
what the f-ck those gon’ do to a man with like 6?
beam on his back, don’t gotta chase him
like, let’s see how far he could get
[verse 3: kyle richh & sdot go]
fl!ck on a beam, tryna make him collapse
push up, put a shot in his back (like, what?) (like, what?)
dot on his—
red dot on his face, like he had an hijab (aye!)
bro throw shots like a dart
stick on the g like i don’t wanna spark
beam on his face, all he seen was the stars
like, smoke dotty, i’m on mars
and i’m sick of this sh-t
dudey not lo’, we know you is a b-tch (dudey!)
i don’t know why these lil’ n-ggas diss
j-jstar, built like a pig
if i’m spinnin’ wit’ debit, you better not trip
new opp, mix it with caine
for my brother, i’m clutchin’ that thing
we wanna know what you did for your gang
walkin’ out [?]
[?] beans on the amiri’s i had
one thing about me, like, i could flip a bag
let off the whole clip, bro told me that i dragged it
like, move, i ain’t passin’
whole lotta shots [?]
bro on my head, like he could see a packer
like, he try to up, but i’m faster
[verse 4: jay hound]
on the block with the – they can’t hold us
like, lil shh saw the g and he froze up
one in the head, think i see me a donut
he in that [?] he get put on a poster
big knock, bullets is boulder
and if he front we gon’ do ’em like—
better get out the way, ogz tryna coach us
notti, dotty, they in a roll-up
[?] i think the tool gettin’ swept
block dropped, makin’ brodie upset
i could walk through that block, bet they show me respect
nazzy kept fl!ckin’, tryna throw the rest, like
i start throwin’ like i play for the jets
on the shh, that was nothin’ but net
i tried to fl!ck but it ain’t nothin’—
like, i tried to fl!ck but it ain’t nothin’ left

- sdot go kyle richh

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