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letra de back end - sha ek

[intro]
(that go crazy, spanishkid)
(mc, make another hit)
(grandbaby, how you do that?)
(project x)
grrah

[chorus]
i’m too oppy, so i moved to jersey
i got thirty in bread and i don’t gotta worry
bro took six for shooting like he curry
and we sprint through that jig, word to bro, it be dirty
all of my goons on the wock’ get st-rdy (grrah, grrah)
g3 on my body, n-ggas wanna hurt me (grrah, grrah, grrah)

[verse 1]
db told me, “get to that bread,” he ’bout to go right back to the feds
i’d rather see my n-ggas locked up, i don’t wanna see my n-ggas dead
i’m not dying, b-tch, i’m throwing lead
b-tch, you a gummy, can’t f-ck with my bed
run down gang, it was just me and ted
i don’t care what other n-ggas said
come, we deep in the streets, bro enough tryna talk to heat
now he carry his knife when he go to sleep
he said: “once i got locked, they ain’t carе about me”
[chorus]
i’m too oppy, so i moved to jersеy
i got thirty in bread, i don’t gotta worry
bro took six, but shooting like he curry
and we sprint through that jig with our bro, be dirty
all of my goons and the wock get st-rdy (grah, grah)
g3 on my body n-ggas wanna hurt me (grah, grah, grah)

[verse 2]
don’t lack in that cell, bro just called me: “they denied his bail”
he too silent, he’d never tell
he the oppiest one in that jail
but he dead either way, that it smell
when he just pushed up on boy, n-gga slipped up and fell
like, my n-ggas running the island, my n-ggas really on timing
bow, bow, bow
uh-huh

[chorus]
i’m too oppy, so i moved to jersey
i got thirty in bread and i don’t gotta worry
bro took six for shooting like he curry
and we sprint through that jig, word to bro, it be dirty
all of my goons on the wock’ get st-rdy
g3 on my body, n-ggas wanna hurt me (grrah, grrah, grrah)

- sha ek

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