
letra de freestyle 2 - st6 jodyboof
[intro]
seal team 6 n-gga
arp jody
free lee, free grease, free all the seals
[verse]
i spin out that striker, i came with that fully
i came with that p and i touched me a bully
walked up on the car and i came out the hoodie
she heard i’m a k!ller, tryna show me her goodies
i make him eat dust ’cause the law tryna book me
i can’t get booked ’cause the law tryna cook me
i can’t get booked ’cause pistol gon’ swerve
drop sh-t on the ave, man them n-ggas was birds
these n-ggas be tipping, can’t say what i heard
i came with that fat and left him on the curb
i came with that drac’ and knocked him out his socks
it’s two or more hit when i’m riding with top
dumb n-gga sweet, just got a new glock
give me seven days, i’ll get a new watch
n-gga wanna play, get put in a box
i’m banging that p, ’til a n-gga stop
i’m banging that p, ’til a n-gga lock
i’m sipping on tris’, this sh-t straight drop
my auntie keep geeking, i’m serving that drop
i came with that blatt, made a fat n-gga flop
soon as he heard that p he got to the ground
i’ma dunk on a n-gga, make you fall out of bounds
i’m tapping that b-tch, i love how it sound
i’m working that vec i ain’t saving no rounds
n-gga tried to duck, that n-gga a clown
stand over that n-gga, made him kiss the ground
i’m switching it up, i’m in something fast
a n-gga tried to run, he got hit in his ass
took one out the picture, now them n-ggas sad
i’m spinning on blocks, put sh-t in the past
two blocks in one day, i’m reloading my mag
i’ll go wherever just give me my mask
try to fish on the 6, that sh-t went bad
i don’t want that b-tch, that’s something i had
i’m tryna get drops, i don’t want no [?]
hit your man up, he fell then i laughed
try to run from that sh-t, he skrt then he crash
you ain’t getting away, n-gga get in that blast
if i can’t shoot you know i’m gon’ pass
in the spot banging, this b-tch on smash
in the spot banging, this b-tch gon’ jump
two or more hit, n-gga that’s a plus
n-gga tried to reach, left him in the dust
you know that it’s boof, i got in her guts
more pills and drink, this b-tch gon’ f-ck
i’m walking with sh-t, i ain’t worried ’bout nothing
hit him with that sh-t, put him past the sun
i hit him with that blatt so that n-gga my son
this b-tch think i’m sweet, i’m high, i ain’t dumb
i hit her with that blatt ’cause i don’t care about nothing
i’m smoking on sh-t the same size as my thumb
he don’t know how to bang, that n-gga a bum
something getting dipped, they know how i’m coming
i’m swinging my door, watching n-ggas run
i’m popping my door, i’m doing it for fun
stopped bending the creek ’cause that sh-t ain’t no bump
n-gga tried to diss, i seen his man slumped
working that p, n-gga i’m the one
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