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letra de philly freestyle - shooter philly tyraq

[verse]
i’m from the block where the shots pop, don’t stop
tyraq, i’m the name that they know, don’t flop
big bros in the back, got a 30 in the glock
if you run up on me, you gon’ see a whole lot
i’m the gangsta in this city, you can feel the heat
i got chains on my neck, you can smell defeat
wrist full of ice, you can feel the freeze
if i tell ’em hit, they gon’ leave you six feet
money on my mind, i’m just tryna get a bag
you can see me with the glock, never see me lookin’ sad
foes on my trail, but i ain’t even stressed
i just keep it movin’, i’m tryna be the best
if they want smoke, i can light up the block
i don’t do no talkin’, just send ’em to the top
brody hit the gas, now we swervin’ through the night
playin’ with the gang, you gon’ lose your life
i’m a savage, no cap, never flinch when i shoot
got my shooters on the side and they ready to loot
might pull up on your block in a coupe, then i dip
watch ’em all scatter when they see the clip flip
i ain’t never lackin’, i’m strapped in the zone
if you ever play me, i’ll leave you alone
don’t test the kid, i’m too young to be this cold
but i learned from the best, i’m ready to fold
on the block, where they bang, they throw up the set
you talkin’ real reckless, but i’m lookin’ for the check
i ain’t worried about the opps, they can meet the steel
we don’t do no talkin’, we gon’ see what’s real
run up on me, catch a shot to the chest
i don’t second guess, i just aim for the best
they be flexin’ with the bands, but i got it on lock
pull up, shoot first, leave ’em shook on the block
i’m ridin’ through the city, tryna make my name known
keep a glock on me, can’t let ’em take the block
homies hit my line, say they ready for war
if we slide through your block, it’s a whole lotta more
i ain’t scared of no man, you can see in my eyes
i ain’t never backin’ down, i’m built for the ride
if you talkin’ crazy, better stay in your lane
’cause when i hit the gas, i’m bringin’ the pain
choppas in the trunk, with the drum, let it blow
you ain’t ‘bout that life, boy, it’s time for you to go
i’m a philly youngin’, yeah, i’m known for the heat
catch me ridin’ with the bros, we don’t ever retreat
got a real bad temper, but i keep it controlled
if you act up, then it’s time to unload
i don’t mess with fake love, i only mess with real
if you ain’t on the gang, then i’m tellin’ you chill
if you ever cross me, that’s the end of the line
i don’t need a reason, just respect what’s mine
shooter philly tyraq, yeah, i came from the dirt
i ain’t talkin’ to no lames, i’m just puttin’ in work
you could catch me in the trap, baggin’ up the pack
people in the back, but they know i’m intact
this a freestyle, boy, i ain’t messin’ around
pull up on the opps, then we put ’em in the ground

- shooter philly tyraq

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