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letra de paid in full - sdot go

[intro: sdot go]
huncho
i go kuu with that—

[verse 1: jay hound]
first scene, fell in love with the streets (graah, graah)
i ain’t hit back wit’ no v, like
i was troopin’ it, at 16
went to the woos, tryna see where they be (graah, graah, graah)
flock ’em, i heard he smokin’ on g, like (graah, graah, boom)
bro put two hands on his g
12 on that corner, think they on to me
opp thot, tryna get out his jeans
notti, dotty, they got me smacked
bro, they wanna beef in the raps
i’m tryna put an o, yeah, in a pack, like
i was up there, where n-ggas at?
like, ttgz do—, that’s facts
remember when bro put the—, on the map
like, we tryna blitz with two tact
like, graah, ttgz do—

[verse 2: nazgpg]
like, oh my god, on the wock i see red
pop out, tryna do ’em like—
f-ck notti, he dead
he got poked and got put right to bed
think he low, put the beam on his head
i ain’t gon’ play wit’ ’em, n-gga fed
he tried to run and got hit in his legs
throw a shot, flockin’ off the pegs, like
[chorus: sdot go]
broad day, i might up on some hot sh-t, like
think i’ma bluff, n-gga, watch this
six, he better stop it
throw five, i don’t think that i’m stoppin’
catch a shot to the chest tryna box me, like
why the ds keep tryna stop me?
face shot, no i.d
up first, i can’t let no one flock me

[verse 4: metridatrend]
oh y’all smokin’ on 38?
guess what, i’m smokin’ millz to the face
milly, matt, this sh-t got me laced (graah, graah)
like i ain’t have cj hoppin’ gates
i don’t know how i missed, up that sh-t to his face
n-ggas know what happened that day
like, i ain’t got too much to say
two hands on the gun, i got aim
if there is a mess, my sweepers gon’ clean it
in the j, and them n-ggas on defense
playin’ wit’ daedae, like “brodie, you fiendin'”
sdot wit’ me, that boy is a demon
pop out the cut, and we get to squeezin’
he catch a chest shot, he ain’t breathin’
he get mixed up, like a remix
f-ck the j, them n-ggas on defense
[chorus: sdot go]
broad day, i might up on some hot sh-t, like
think i’ma bluff, n-gga, watch this
six, he better stop it
throw five, i don’t think that i’m stoppin’
catch a shot to the chest tryna box me, like
why the ds keep tryna stop me?
face shot, no i.d
up first, i can’t let no one flock me

- sdot go

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