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letra de #drillfreestyle - sgm

verse 1: mbrk
i’m not trippin’ over ya’
addicted like opium
bullets pneumonia, up in his lungs
you salty like sodium (i’m) valuable rhodium
he talkin sh-t, but he ain’t got no drum
call me yelan i’m elegant
all the while, keeping all the opposition strung
please step back off my sack
it’s no cap when i say i’m finna blow like gas pumps
yeah, lil’ bro you ain’t pimp
your fit is all leather you ain’t really kitted lil jit’
you really just look like a gimp
he tried to spin on my block wit a tiny ass glock
so now he gon’ walk wit a limp
call me a quincy, i’m never missin’
gettin’ visions, you know that he gave me a schrift

script, that’s what i write
talkin’ down, pleasе get outta my sight
it do not phase me, i’m finna snipе
more rings than russell y’all death blighted
i’ll go ignite it, pre-ordained it’s already decided
too much gold, you’d think that i’m midas
b-tches touchy, but i do not mind it

hah you gotta respect
i got yo hoe she be my pet
i ain’t even qualified to be a vet

guess i’m a veteran in the game
you know it’s stumble gang, that’s the name
i was choppin’ up samples epiphany
yo girl singin’ my symphonies

verse 2: zai
i just got to poppin’, presidential pockets
if he talkin’ mess, than i know where he lack
i just f-ckin’ walked in, if he start the talkin’ then a n-gga gon pop out the cut in a wrath
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bah, bah

shawty said my d-ck was heaven sent, sh-t was so good sayin’ ad libs

fah, fah

in the crib we never had sh-t
robbin n-ggas, put the mac in

we living that life (yeah)
k!ll a n-gga for the right price, uh huh
east side, he don’t f-ck wit my clique why you pullin’ outta knife? uh huh
in time, you gon’ see what my d-ck gon’ do to yo wife, uh huh
on the grind, like day and night you gon’ see stumble on sight, ya dig?

okay, that n-gga he trippin’
the n-ggas he live wit’, don’t give pot p-ss in
i hardly go hard on a beat, but i’m trippin’
like what mo said when i just f-ckin undeafened

i got a .2 and a .40, a clip it’s unloaded
for n-ggas to just let it bang
me n my gang
we gon’ pull up to yo block and go boom, boom like a range, d-mn

verse 3: justvigi
walk around, choppa get ready to spit
cause’ yo’ b-tch be the one that hit
zai got the heater, while i got the blade
swishin’ n slashin’, give that boy a fade
do it one time and i do it again
pull out the stick he thought it was a pen
boy think he perfect like mf ken
ain’t bulletproof, choppa repent

i hit yo’ b-tch for the 1 time
now she tryna get back in yo’ lifetime
talkin on stumble a blade to yo neck
if you talkin on gang and yo body a wreck

vigi and zai and mo up on the scene
textin’ yo b-tch but she leave you on seen
huh, tragic ha

- sgm

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