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letra de logic - stokey16

[intro: latts]
hl8
m1onthebeat
mktheplug
ay swing them shanks
ay swing them shanks
ay swing them shanks

[verse 1: eman]
i be on the corner serving
watching all these tables turning (what?)
jakes on the back road swirving
what my n-ggas do when they’re right disturbing (disgusting)
look at all the ls i’m firming
look at all the bridges i’m burning (what?)
you can never say that i’m timid
i just wanna watch and listen
burn man out with precision (back it out)
look at all the cats i dealt with
have you seen all the bottles? they melted
the life i live i can’t tell it (secret)
wet man up and he felt it
big rambo over my pelvis
black jacket like i’m elvis
got dem boy all over my shoulder
as they hop out, it’s all over
all of this blood would make a man think twice
like, “am i really gonna roll with the fl!ck knife?”
remember my pockets were empty
now look at my pockets they’re swollen
some n-ggas still think that they’re older
out on the curb on the cone lights
the top of their cars, they’re frozen

[verse 2: latts]
at thirteen man i feel ching
i had two bros sharing man guns (bow)
chest shot gang with the rambo
only thing in tryna to it with bud (ouch)
at fifteen i missed man down with the kitchen
and t’s rambos were stuck
at sixteen near young hunts
doing up road, cutting up chunks (ay swing them shanks)
i’m with solo, bugz and zombz
ty too, bro try [?] in backs
but the kitchen’s split in two (oh f-ck)
i’m still doing up trap
bagging up packs and 2s
sh-t then, f-ck, i had to burn my clothes
and my outfit’s brand new
really wish that suttin’ got slapped (i do)
skrrt to the 6, but diablo, lzz and padz (my bruddas)
riding first, they’re telling lies ’bout riding back
from olders to youngers they been getting shanked
in packs, and gaffs and shops and dat (gang)

[verse 3: lzz]
talk smoke ’til i step on your block with my drillers (gang)
my aim’s all fleek, dotty on me
or i might get round with this spinner (drilla)
fifteen inch, blade on me, big man you best just simmer (calm down)
rude boy sitting sown
window down, bang this star when someone hits the ground (a1)
no face, no case, no trace, we do the job, we’re in and out
what d’you know ’bout applying the pressure?
opps run much so they don’t come round (9’k)
what d’you know ’bout two hands on
not one in the spin, just rinsing rounds (drillings)
i do drills for the gang, n-ggas know what i’m on
n-ggas know that i’m straight on volts
i move light [?] when i’m wetting man down
but i move like “tek’ some smoke” (bow)
bro, i just did me a drill
now i’m back to the base smoking all this amm
tryna get man down on the mains
same way me and bro-bro did it to gash (same way we did it to gash)
[outro]
hl8

- stokey16

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