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letra de freestyle (what now?) - shabazz pbg

[verse]
i can’t count on n-gg-s
i had to count up them racks
walk ’round with a chop like iraq
i was trappin’ before all this rap sh-t
these n-gg-s ain’t on nothin’
fifty round on me, who bluffin’?
bake a n-gg- like a cake or a m-ffin
catch a n-gg- broad day and we rush him
i snuck in the club with the .380
he watching me, i f-cked his lady
she can’t get no more d-ck, she too lazy
my young b-tch tryna have my baby
switch it up, i had to switch it up
’cause these n-gg-s, they gon’ eat it up
walk in the club with the heater tucked
let a n-gg- play, i’ma f-ck him up
if he got a block, we gon’ spin that sh-t
i just bought a glock with a rubber grip (f-ck it up)
illiterate f and it’s stuttering
slime a n-gg- out with my brother ‘nem (b-tch)
yeah, we gon’ wipe a n-gg- nose (wipe)
ar pistol and it fold (woo)
i just snuck a draco in the show (okay)
why that n-gg- call me bro? (lil’ b-tch)
he ain’t know i was f-ckin’ his ho (on that b-tch)
right there, had to trap on barney
hit a n-gg- with an offbeat, rip
off like half of these sixes, straight oxy
these n-gg-s don’t know what to do
hop out the coupe and i shoot
these n-gg-s know they can’t win
all these n-gg-s know it’s loose
all these b-tches know it’s trues (b-tch)
i just walked in jimmy choo
whole major slide out the roof
they know it’s crazy but it’s true
my traphouse sticking like glue
you can’t pull up for one, i need two
in givenchy, n-gg-, i’m a troop
i put valentino on my shoe (on my b-tch)
i would be mad at me too
if i woke up and was you
but i cannot switcharoo
if i can’t f-ck your b-tch, alley-oop (throw her up)
switch it up like jordan
twenty-three on me, i’m scoring
got your b-tch callin’ me 4 in the morning
i can’t f-ck that b-tch, she boring (lil’ b-tch)
off of them percocets
i fell asleep in the middle of texting
i just f-cked your b-tch, i ain’t tryna f-ck no more
i hit her best friend
i told auntie tell the doctor up milligrams
’cause i cannot get high off a ten (i need thirty)
i’m jammin’, spendin’ them racks on your b-tch like i’m scammin’
these n-gg-s, they keep talkin’ like i won’t spin they block
these glocks came with everything but a thirty shot
i got fifty these n-gg-s, let’s play filthy
i got two glocks, that’s a hundred
if i get one more than that’s one fifty, b-tch

- shabazz pbg

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