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letra de send it up - sob odee

[intro]
rrah, rrah, rrah
ayy, i stand on business, n-gga (d-mn, spancy)
ayy, i’m finna hawk you down
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, i’m [?] too grown with a gangster mind

[chorus]
ayy, i’m finna hawk him down ’cause i don’t like to shoot out the whips
run and catch him, arp sh-ll catch him, shootin’ until he trip
glock a fully, really was fifteen with a switch up on my hip
no gymnastics but if he play this k gon’ make his body flip
i’m on demon time, know i’m gon’ catch somethin’ when i slide
f-cked up plenty hoods, we been ebk, boy, we so slime
catch they ass outside the club, lil’ bro gon’ buck, he on that time
do my sh-t with this four nick’, i wish you would touch one of mines
[verse 1]
sob, i ain’t gon’ speak on how we come but we gon’ tweak
they took pookie and sh-t been hectic, ever since i been on d
i ain’t forgеt, they know we gon’ get that gеt back for pistol p
i’m in the ‘raq, i got my seat up with two ratchets on the seat
play with her p-ssy, she get nasty, throw it back ’cause she a freak
and i hate a b-tch who lose her marbles, overreact when she see me
glock nineteen extension, b-tton up on the back plus thirty-three
i shoot this b-tch and hold it tight, gon’ burn his ass like third degree, uh
send it up, if i grab that pipe you better give it up
the glock on e, broski gave it to me, said, “go fill it up”
she triflin’, when she drink douce she gon’ get lit as f-ck
these n-ggas losin’, they just gon’ d-ck ride ’cause they can’t get with us
bogus sh-t, you ain’t got that gun but steady postin’ it
green light when i see him, tryna catch one and stand over sh-t
broski asked did i complete the drill? i was too close to miss
and n-ggas they wouldn’t understand ’cause they was never smokin’ sh-t

[chorus]
i’m finna hawk him down ’cause i don’t like to shoot out the whips
run and catch him, arp sh-ll catch him, shootin’ until he trip
glock a fully, really was fifteen with a switch up on my hip
no gymnastics but if he play this k gon’ make his body flip
i’m on demon time, know i’m gon’ catch somethin’ when i slide
f-cked up plenty hoods, we been ebk, boy, we so slime
catch they ass outside the club, lil’ bro gon’ buck, he on that time
do my sh-t with this four nick’, i wish you would touch one of mines
[verse 2]
look, catch a m and get put up but i pop out when sh-t get hot
it was hard to get a job but easy money at the spot
did a hit, robbed a n-gga for eight hundred, bought a glock
i might give that sh-t back to him when i make it to the top

- sob odee

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