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letra de outside - sha ek

[intro: sha ek & deuce floxks]
glo made that beat?
(uh-huh) tg gang, flocked out gang
gang-gang-gang
gang-gang
oy-og, yeah
ogz the f-ck up (fell in love with this shi-)
gang-gang-gang
that’s a blamma?
uh-huh
don’t run, don’t run, don’t run (don’t run-don’t run)
[chorus: sha ek & deuce floxks]
we them n-ggas thats outside shootin’ on camera
baby girl, we don’t f-ck with no blamma
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers (free bro-free bro)
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers
i get jiggy but i’m not a dancer, b-tch, and no cap in my rap (uh-huh, tg gang)
see a opp, you know he get clapped (tg gang)
throw up gz, you cannot get a dap (oy-o-)

[verse 1: sha ek]
smokin’ dummy when i’m getting smacked
f-cked your b-tch but her p-ssy was wack
oh you smokin’ on who?
when we see you, we chase you, we heard what you said in your track (don’t run-don’t run)
and we spinnin’ your sh-t back to back (yeah)
and we spinnin’ your sh-t back to back
like i give a f-ck about rappin’ i get to clappin, in my hood i move tact

[verse 2: deuce floxks & sha ek]
lets spin on these n-ggas (grrah, uh-huh, grrah)
we gotta see whats they energy (yeah)
adrenaline rushin, i’m geekin, start bussin, on bro i’ma clear the vicinity (boom-boom-boom)
know they remember me
gun get to singing the remedy (grrah)
i’m slidin’ on all my enemies (grah)
they stupid, they know it’s no end of me
flockin’ the 4s (grrah)
start clappin’, a round of applause (grrah)
shots to his face, leavin’ holes in his draws (grrah)
he run up, we knockin him off
puntin’ these bullets, its dustin’ him off (la gang)
i’m clutchin’, i’m dumpin’, he fall
shots at the deli, he tripped out the store
double back just to make sure he off
shoot em again while he reach on the floor
i’m ready
i got my chop for the spin, fact
if he run up on me while my gun up on me on bro that n-gga won’t spin back (flocked out gang)
no, getemgang, choppa gonna spit when he say that
we creep by that park to leave him apart, this choppa gon’ turn em to runtz pack
we flockin the most (boom)
too sanctioned, we doin the most
all on the net, got turned to a post
told brodie to back out a toast
clip holdin’ 50, no time to be low (grrah-grrah)
if he bendin’ through taft, then he blow
thought i was bluffin? i shoot through the coat
this heater is leavin’ him cold, he tried to flex and i stretched out a hoe (john glo)
[chorus: sha ek]
we them n-ggas thats outside shootin’ on camera
baby girl, we don’t f-ck with no blamma
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow)
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers
i get jiggy but i’m not a dancer, b-tch, and no cap in my rap
see a opp, and you know he get clapped (clapped)
throw up gz, you cannot get a dap (glah-glah, boom)

[verse 3: sha ek & deuce floxks]
off this perky, that b-tch gettin’ smacked
told me to chill cause i’m on a mission
see an opp and that boy get to cl!ckin’
when i talk all these n-ggas gon listen
brodie be buggin, he flockin at blammaz (grrah)
he flockin these bullets on camera (grrah-grrah)
leavin’ the function and we got the hammer (grrah-grrah)
he run up, then we gonna blam him (boom-boom-boom)
we get to slidin on oppas
shooter get sent to the doctor (tg gang, tg gang)
you got your knocks in the street? better prosper
got some demons who pick off your roster (flocked out, flocked out)
bro you can’t run you know that we creepin’ you (flocked out)
in the v? then we shoot up the vehicle
hollows is hot, like food they be steamin’ you
say my deads, my agents gon’ petey you (blammak, blammak)
[chorus: sha ek & deuce floxks]
we them n-ggas thats outside shootin’ on camera (grrah-grrah)
baby girl, we don’t f-ck with no blamma (grrah)
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers (boom, boom, boom-boom-boom)
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers
i get jiggy but i’m not a dancer, b-tch (at all), and no cap in my rap (at all)
see a opp, and you know he get clapped (at all, at all)
throw up gz, you cannot get a dap (grrah-grrah)
we them n-ggas thats outside shootin’ on camera
baby girl, we don’t f-ck with no blamma
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers
jay gz locked, he was totin’ on hammers
i get jiggy but i’m not a dancer, b-tch, and no cap in my rap
see a opp, and you know he get clapped
throw up gz, you cannot get a dap (baow-baow-boaw-baow-baow)

[outro: sha ek]
dancer b-tch, ain’t no cap in my rap
you know he get clapped
glah-glah, boom
cause’ i’m on a mission
see an opp and that boy get to cl!ckin’
when i see-

- sha ek

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