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letra de butter - skrilla

[intro]
(thank you, timmy boy)

[chorus]
i just showed the b-tch a micro drizzy drac’, she like, “where drizzy?”
i drink lean and percocets and xanax bars, forgot my kidneys
i’m a zombie walkin’ crash-out boy for real, i’m startin’ to hate rap
why the f-ck you think the n-gga ain’t diss back? he got his face cracked

[verse]
shooters puttin’ bta, i called him, “what’s the eta?”
facetime the route on 95, they doin’ 360 kmh (crash-out boys)
load the vehicle up with choppas like a tank, that’s how we ride
i keep two shooters in the back, one on my hip, that’s how we slide
high class pimpin’
pushin’ p-p, tried to wrestle me now he back to pushin’ beef, a piеce-skie, thirty shots don’t test mе
i put switches on my glocks, you got the drop? i put the dot on ’em
please don’t ask me about a opp, i don’t even know, i got a lot of them
rick-y jeans, denim fabric, denim tears
i just got used saint laurent, balenci on my underwear
bipper of the year, don’t rate me underatted; underground?
i ain’t even get the spotlight yet, when i do it’s goin’ down (crash-out business)
crashin’ out with all my crash-outs

[bridge]
i ain-i ain’t know, n-gga i just act out
clean wock, no tris’, i’m ’bout to pass out
od, oh gang that was a sad route
get the back-end, cash it in, spin back around
rest in peace to little jeff, that blood a hound
four deep, four sticks, four pounds
xd, draco, [?]
[chorus]
i just showed the b-tch a micro drizzy drac’, she like, “where drizzy?”
i drink lean and percocets and xanax bars, forgot my kidneys
i’m a zombie walkin’ crash-out boy for real, i’m startin’ to hate rap
why the f-ck you think the n-gga ain’t diss back? he got his face cracked

- skrilla

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