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letra de phantom troupe (remix) - shofu

[intro: shofu]
young burger patty and token black
and the gang, n-gga!
cypher gang, w-d-f-a remix, b-tch!
where ya’ mom at, n-gga?!
i’m tryna’ f-ck!

[producer tag: inoue-kun]
inoue!

[verse 1: shofu]
i don’t f-ck with you lames, i’m that n-gga now
n-ggas talk down on my name ’til them triggers out (brr-bah!)
catch his ass on that stand, we gon’ sit him down (bah!)
my new chop’ got a kick, make him spin around (yeah)
i got it figured out (yuh)
n-ggas ain’t really on game, so we punchin’ they tickets now (nah)
back in my kitchen now (yuh)
n-ggas be sleep on the gang, finna’ see what i’m whippin’ now (hold up, yuh, bah-bah!)

[verse 2: token black]
token pull up with a stick if you trippin’, my n-ggas be hittin’ the block
and we don’t even listen to n-ggas that b-tchin’, so i ain’t heard sh-t ’cause y’all b-tchin’ a lot (hold up)
you got the piece? you gon’ lift it or not? ’cause it ain’t gon’ be peace that i lift for the opps (b-tch!)
so i’m tellin’ you to get in a box
i’m finna’ start diggin’ the plot, yeah, yeah
[verse 3: 954mari]
mari got a tool equipped, move with a ruler clip (b-tch!)
funny how i’m using it to test these n-ggas (yeah)
shawty a baddie, but shawty too nasty (what?)
i bagged, then i trashed her like hefty, n-gga (let’s go, b-tch)
move like a caddie, she holdin’ my pole in the back (yeah)
and she suck like spaghetti, n-gga (b-tch!)
scooby and sh-ggy, we hop out a van, let it rock (yeah)
now you rollin’ like presley, n-gga (aye, aye!)

[verse 4: omarcameup]
he gon’ be foolish to test me
all of my n-ggas run track, relay race, how i run with the pole (yup)
these n-ggas scared when i shoot at ’em, four-man collat’, guess i got all my ducks in a row (bah!)
she wanna’ f-ck on the low
collect yo’ chick, she be suckin’ the bros (ugh!)
you want a beat from me, n-gga? then don’t ask for prices
we cannot discuss if you broke, b-tch

[verse 5: kezura]
omar, look
he don’t know nothin’ ’bout nothin’
what i clutch in my stomach gon’ open his stomach
man, i told him to run and he runnin’
man, you run through the functions, my chopper got functions
that’s gonna’ come f-ck up his function
b-tch, bein’ broke isn’t up for discussion
dub-d-f-a, yeah, we all with the f-ck sh-t
yo’ team is lame, yeah, you all with the dumb sh-t
i’m sendin’ birds ’cause i know you gon’ duck sh-t
he gettin’ bread, then i know it’s some duck sh-t
me and yo’ b-tch’ll connect ’cause we’re both gonna’ come for the hundreds
put lead in his tummy ’cause he with the tough sh-t
[verse 6: shofu & token black]
and we not to be f-cked wit’ (nah)
n-ggas don’t be on sh-t, but my chopper be dumpin’ (bah-bah!)
knock out his t–th when i buck sh-t (yuh)
b-tch, i’m usin’ that ‘k and that knife in conjunction (brr!)
shofu usin’ that ‘k and that 9 at the same time, but i am not finna’ spray mine (nope)
i was just askin’ around, it was game point, so when i hit you, it’s game time (b-tch!)

[verse 7: pe$o pete]
i keep it simple like straight lines (what?)
colt .45s, it gon’ jump from my waist line (aye!)
spliffs in my blunt, got me movin’ through sp-cetime (b-tch)
run to the money, you know i don’t waste time (yeah!)
don’t run from my problems, you know that i face mine
wait, you thought we gon’ let you live?
i came from the dirty, sh-t bad as a b-tch (b-tch!)
this colt .45, it gon’ aim at his ribs (graow!)
we don’t f-ck around and i don’t give a sh-t (never)
yeah, dub-d-f-a is the motto
you talkin’ that talk, let my chop’ fold his taco (blaow!)
big ass chop’ like it came from the costco
you know what follows

[verse 8: ham sandwich]
urokodaki the glockie, it came with a long nose (brrah!)
chopper gon’ find him, it came with a log pose (b-tch)
so many weapons, i keep me a crossbow (yes, sir!)
but i run you a fade like mako (yes, sir!)
mako, i’m throwin’ my hands for the guapo
i’m robin hood sh-t, how i’m bringing the stock home (cash, cash)
now the money ain’t leavin’ like stockholm (no, sir)
stack it and spread it, we get to the guaco (yes, sir)
[verse 9: tuck2sharp]
y’all flows be cheesy, it’s stolen, it’s nachos (yummy!)
step on my street and i’m knockin’ his block off
if he want beef, then i’m sending him tacos
“why?”, “’cause that n-gga catchin’ some sh-lls” (brr!)
gatorade bullets, them b-tches propel
line up your homies like in the clientele
that boy been a demon, i’m givin’ ’em h-ll
and that chopper gon’ sing like its patti labelle, b-tch! (brr!)

[verse 10: ty wild]
my chopper gon’ sing like rihanna (uh-huh)
new beam like the glock is a saiyan learnin’ from the master (bah!)
first to raise an arm like nerdy kids in class
i keep ’em pointed, tried to murk me, but i’m sashed up (hahaha)
leavin’ you patched up (god d-mn’!)
like you play for the raiders, you fishy, my gang will fillet ya’ (chee-chee!)
we pullin’ up stat’, but ain’t weighin’ no data
drive-by and shoot ’em like takin’ a lay-up (brr!)

[verse 11: g.yee]
and you ain’t gonna’ wake up, i’m murderin’ cats
birkin the bag, you just work at the gap
dirk to these rappers, i’m swervin’ the mavs
trey burke in the bag, certainly masterful
passin’ y’all up and you not in my league
raisin’ the stakes, i ain’t squashin’ the beef
bite on my watch and get clocked in the t–th
you don’t want it with yee, yeah, yeah

[verse 12: blacklynk]
came from that dirty, we sauté the day homes
ensurin’ accidents, not talkin’ state farm
you just let stress and society take y’all
b-tch, i stay black in my pocket like eight-ball
done with these humans, that starship gon’ take off
tryna’ get smacked in the dome, no facepalm
he don’t want beef with no twitter, no hate mob
gotham said, “chopper gon’ tear half his face off”
everyday wakin’ up, feel like i made bond
jet set, point out a track and i skate on
point out the biggest booty with her face drawn
just need the head, no strings, that’s raycon

[verse 13: vi seconds]
uh, i hate y’all, i don’t know how your relatives face y’all
faceoff, it’s gon’ be harder without your face on
you n-ggas food, i been a chef like raekwon
gun kick back, so strong that it break arms
i don’t mingle, if i’m in the mix, it’s napalm
slide, then i light your country up like akon
i’m sittin’ pretty, gettin’ top like a drake song
watchin’ bob ross, but her face is what i paint on
she tell me take my chains off, b-tch, i keep my chains on
finished? then just be a good amigo and take off
exotic smokin’ exotic until the pain’s gone
ya’ neck green, i ain’t got nothin’ fake on
my own tsunami, i don’t care what kinda’ wave on
i make sh-t look good like avon
fantastic, but the four, you get flamed on
thinkin’ sh-t all gucci? then you kreayshawn

[verse 14: shuetube]
hey, mom (mama!)
i know you really hate that i take bongs (cash)
straight to the face like my name’s “chong”
do it everyday, it’s okay, gettin’ baked like a cake all day long (god d-mn’)
so to stay calm, i’m a professional (bah! work)
so every now and then, i like to eat some edibles (yuh)
and even though i know you think it’s unacceptable
at least you know that, everyday, i always get my vegetables (woo!)

[verse 15: tanukes]
boy, i ain’t ever put a b-tch up on a pedestal (i ain’t ever)
the gang impeccable, i’m smackin’ these losers (uh)
they tried to take away the belt, but they lackin’ maneuvers
my gat’ll k!ll you in ya’ sleep like i’m strapped wit’ a kruger (b-tch)
i make the p-ssy come for me, got a cat in the uber (uh)
we were dodgin’ all the feds, had to dash from the cruisers
if the problem is the bread, you ain’t got none, b-tch (you don’t)
you can see me right up in the front like shotgun, b-tch (yessir)
and my wrist on some new-new sh-t
boy, i’m tryna’ get stacks and my spliff all gas like refuel trips (d-mn’)
if we see the red and blue, i’mma shoot, then dip
if the feds be in the area, i move that whip (i move it, whip, whip, whip)

[verse 16: shofu]
i don’t f-ck with you lames, i done bossed up
n-ggas throw dirt on my name ’til i pop up (aye)
i’m not too sharp, but i keep me a glock tucked (nah)
he got hit with the ‘k, never got up (bah!)
i just whip out my d-ck, now she awestruck
d-ck in her mouth, it’s too big, now her jaw stuck (god d-mn’)
f-ck around and i’m gettin’ my shots up
please do not cap on the net, you are not tough (aye)

[beat switch]

[verse 17: shofu & token black]
battle royale, point him out and he droppin’ (yuh)
open his head, we gon’ see what he plottin’ (plottin’)
wet him up, leave him, that n-gga was soggy (bah!)
pfizer, moderna, i keep me a shotty (aye, aye, aye)
pfizer, moderna, i keep me a shotty
with paperwork on it, they know where i got it (bah-bah!)
and i’m tryna’ talk about profit and buildin’ a franchise soon, but i’m not the rockets (buildin’ a franchise soon, yeah, yeah)
i don’t f-ck wit’ you lames, i’m a demon
my piece to his head, please don’t give me a reason (bah!)
my n-ggas gon’ go if you give me a reason (yeah)
bullets travel to find you, my glock got a visa (yeah)
and we finna’ get you before we get even
my shooters don’t miss, they not trevor ariza (brr!)
my shooters don’t miss, they like klay gettin’ threes up
that ‘k leave ’em leanin’, no tower of pisa (yeah)
my cheese a new b-tch, she a diva, don’t need her
i bag her, i get what i want, then i leave her (yeah)
new ice on my wrist, ain’t no freezer
i’m cold if it’s beef, i don’t fight, i just reach for my heater (nah)
the reaper, i k!lled him, his fam’, they was weepin’
his heart out his chest, man, that n-gga not breathin’ (bah!)
he bleedin’, got guns for his people, i leave ’em in black
ruger flash, bet it gave ’em amnesia (yeah)
they never remember a thing when they see him
but talk about me on the screen with a team full of n-ggas who get to the green (yeah, yeah, yeah)
but it ain’t for the money, they envying me (what?)
and the things that i done since i been on the scene
owe me some cash? i might pop in yo’ dream
think that’s yo’ man, but it’s not what it seem
you ain’t got no bag, but yo’ ass is asleep
so why do you sleep all the time?
peep when i rhyme
pickin’ up weed for the vibes (pickin’ up weed for the vibes)
askin’ a question, then hearin’ or seein’ a lie
then you ain’t finna’ see him alive (see him alive)
you ain’t wanna’ stop wit’ the sh-t after seein’ the signs
okay, act like a p-ssy, the tubes on yo’ breathin’ get tied (breathin’ get tied)
i don’t give a f-ck whatchu’ eatin’, as long as they feedin’ me mine

[outro: shofu]
b-tch!
over here, it get cold like the northside (yeah-yeah!)
it ain’t nothin’ but candy on your side (f-ck it!)
they ain’t put in no work, ain’t no part-time (let’s go!)
yuh, b-tch!
they ain’t put in no work, ain’t no part-time (b-tch!)
they ain’t put in no work, ain’t no part-time (hoo!)
yeah, yeah, yeah! (b-tch!)

- shofu

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