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letra de ain’t have shit - sha ek

[verse 1: sha ek]
watch how i really get loud, like a speaker
that’s his b-tch, but that b-tch is a eater
i beef with n-ggas, that can’t get a feature
i got a gun, what the f-ck is a sweeper?
like, we tryna blitz on the jets
we got [?], like we play for the mets
on the bros, i’ma ride for my set
i’ma cl!ck, ’till theres no bullets left

[verse 2: coe wiki]
like, [?] got beat, and he told
free bro, n-ggas know
like, we tryna [?], g in my coat
like, b-tch, we done lit up the low
like, grah, they better ask
when wе on [?], they all on my track
n-ggas know better, know how wе act
free ap, mr.-cl!ck-on-the-

[verse 3: wockhardt]
too many opps got caught, got hurt
we lost bro, we put them guns to work
like, bro tryna blitz, when we goin’ first
new opp made sure we smokin’ him first
i’m with [?], tryna dust off his [?] (where they at?)
too many drills, had to manoeuver the v
masked up, hoodie down, when we creep
every trip got busy, on the scene
[verse 4: ?]
we tryna put a opp on a shirt
we tryna spin through, hit him where it hurt
like, who really went out the worst?
dd kept dissin’, his brother in the dirt
watch how i’m spinnin’, geekin’ off the perc
he tried to up it, i cl!cked it on him first
like, how n-ggas dying off leg shots?
f-ck mdot, i know they hurt

[verse 4: coe wiki & wockhardt]
like, f-ck lotti, yus got tagged too
try to spin through the o, that’s a bad move
try to run off the beam, we gon’ tag you
four shots to the top, gave him sad news

[verse 5: 150 bump]
like, grah, b-tch i shoot like wick
one man down, get another one hit
he can’t ride through the o, b-tch, we parkin’ that whip
hollows burnin’ the g, watch him spark with this grip
grah, he got shot in his leg, he was runnin’ like flash
hit that corner, he better not trip
it got lit, and he ran to his b-tch
like, smoke a blunt, that’s a g in this spliff
think it’s sweet, tried to spin, but it wasn’t
like, he get tagged, if the clip gon’ touch him
161, if he go live, we gon’ punch him
like, he was bluffin’ that sh-t, no, he duckin’
l’zz here, so you know we got glocks in the function
got this thot in spot, and she f-ckin’
like, she get low on her knees, and start suckin’
like, he turn soft for the p-ssy, we he talkin’?

- sha ek

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