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letra de rust - slump6s

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(bhristo, talk to ’em, slime)
yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh
yeah (uh), yeah (yeah), uh-uh
yeah (uh-uh), yeah (uh-yeah)
yeah (uh-uh), yeah

[chorus]
d-mn, i just had a show in miami, that ho on my phone sayin’, “let me in”
and i been f-ckin’ these n-ggas hoes, i be feelin’ so bad when they let me hit
“man, i just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, i f-ckin’ hate that kid”
they be twenty-seven actin’ like a three year-old, you can’t even fake that sh-t
ayy, heard you got shot and that’s tough, mm
got my b-tch with me when i’m countin’ up
all you n-ggas be broke, you not countin’ enough
play with gang, little n-gga, you bound to get touched
in l.a. with lil’ bino, we ballin’ like chino
if he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
i got cheese like a pizza, these n-ggas be crust
i got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust
[verse]
call of duty, the sniper, it don’t got a scope
i’m just shootin’ this sh-t like we playin’ on rust
stupid ho tryna touch on my pockets, i told the ho, “watch it, i’m only with you for your b-tt”
seventeen, i be walkin’ in class after f-ckin’ an old b-tch i met with lil’ zack at the club
yeah, that boy wanna be 1500, uh-uh, these n-ggas can’t kick it with us
nah, these n-ggas can’t kick it with gang
these n-ggas be broke, they can’t hang
she wanna f-ck on the gang, 1500, but most of my n-ggas is not legal age
but f-ck it, she said i’m mature for my age
so f-ck it, i’m f-ckin’ that ho anyway
fly to chicago, i do my show at summer smash
then pour a four in my d-mn lemonade (brr)
no, them n-ggas not touchin’ me out there
f-ck it, might blow a bag while i’m out here
i been in cali’ long enough to know what the desert look like, and it look like a drought here
i know that b-tch wanna f-ck, girl, i’m right here
goin’ too fast so my car be in lightyears
i got some buzz to my name like i’m lightyear
last year’s cool, man, it’s lookin’ like my year (uh)
that lil’ boy broke want a feature, so i asked that lil’ n-gga, “where the payment?” (uh)
that lil’ ho want me to wife but i swear to god, she don’t know what my name is (uh)
shoot this sh-t right in they face and then wave at they ass, b-tch, i’m feelin’ like damian (uh)
can’t rock the same sh-t every day, i don’t got sh-t to say, b-tch, they already flamed ’em (uh)
b-tch, i don’t got sh-t to do with these n-ggas
that’s word to bro, i’m not cool with these n-ggas
i’m mister twenty-ball, walk around with that twenty piece on me, i’m shootin’ these n-ggas
talkin’ online, b-tch, you losin’ me, n-gga
swear these n-ggas be clout fiends
every time i drop a song, all these n-ggas be listenin’ like, “it’s about me”
and i’m doin’ these hoes very wrong, got your b-tch on my phone like, “you forgot about me”
all my money spread out on the floor, count it up like i got a degree in accountin’
every time that i’m doin’ a show, get a check and i’m sendin’ that sh-t to my route team
i’m the richest one out of my city, on god, and it still be some n-ggas that’s doubting
[chorus]
d-mn, i just had a show in miami, that ho on my phone sayin’, “let me in”
and i been f-ckin’ these n-ggas hoes, i be feelin’ so bad when they let me hit
“man, i just got bodied by a seventeen year-old, man, i f-ckin’ hate that kid”
they be twenty-seven actin’ like a three year-old, you can’t even fake that sh-t
ayy, heard you got shot and that’s tough, mm
got my b-tch with me when i’m countin’ up
all you n-ggas be broke, you not countin’ enough
play with gang, little n-gga, you bound to get touched
in l.a. with lil’ bino, we ballin’ like chino
if he wanna play, then we turn him to dust
i got cheese like a pizza, these n-ggas be crust
i got back in my bag, had to shake off the rust

[outro]
doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

- slump6s

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