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letra de from the d to the a (remix) - sumo

[verse]
i-ion’t fight, n-gg-, that’s what i got a gun for
i be on [?] with this nine like i’m rondo
h-lla pipes, n-gg-, we could have a gun show
yo b-tch love suckin’ d-ck, that’s what she got her tongue for
shorty tryna come back up in the condo
she got the word that a n-gg- ball like i’m lonzo
you can catch a bullet just like you a bronco
you n-gg-s chicken, catch this two-piece like a combo, uh
n-gg-s say they from the chi’ but they be in the a, uh
snitchin’ on the guys been never in my dna, uh
this .38 got me feelin’ like nba
youngboy, but i upgraded this b-tch to a k, uh
you-you ain’t tryna get no money, you just in the way, uh
play-play wit’ mine and you ain’t gon’ see another day, uh
lose your life, boy, these bullets, they’ll hit ya face
he on the ground, his n-gg-s tryna see if he gon’ be okay, uh
roll up them ‘woods, make sure you put opps in nem
all my squad goal hoes, you know i’m gettin’ top from nem
he tried to steal from me, [?] you know i’m poppin’ him
these b-tches, they be triflin’ and i know you see the thot in nem
[?] wit’ him, [?] i got the glock on him
[?] ain’t no sayin’ nun that’s stoppin’ him
we take guns, no swappin’ nem, puttin’ red dots on nem
i can see the cop in him, he say sum we droppin’ him
and n-gg-s say that they gon’ get me when they see a n-gg-, uh
do whatever, they gon’ feel this heat like tv dinners, uh
n-gg- rats, your squad turtles, yeah, they be with splinter
too many rappers out here copy, i don’t need a printer, uh
catch him in the winter, stomp him with my timbs on, uh
you can catch me in the chi’ ballin’ like jim jones, uh
tell yo b-tch to come here, need somethin’ to feel on
yo baby mama prolly got me as a f-ckin’ ringtone
a lot a n-gg-s be lyin’ on they dead n-gg-s
yo goofy -ss just might as well be dead wit’ ’em, uh
catch him lackin’ and he bet’ not have that bread wit’ him, uh
he actin’ like he tough and i’ma let some lead hit him, uh
visit him at the hospital, lay in bed wit’ him, uh
and i can put them k!llers on ya, i know they’ll get ’em
i always had my own sh-t, i ain’t [?] n-gg-
every time you see me i’m always with some bad b-tches
hey, lil twon, let me borrow the fn or the mac-10
and after i’m done wit’ it, brosky, i’ma bring it back in
hollow tip bullets, it will knock a n-gg- back in
bend a b-tch over, i might have to break her back in
n-gg-s know i’m stackin’, i’m trappin’, [?]
[?] these n-gg-s actors and they really not factors
hit his -ss up and he really gon’ need backup
i put the mac down but it’s time to pick the mac up
shoutout to them hoes that ain’t keep it real wit’ me
i didn’t lose none, b-tch, this money still wit’ me
shoutout to my bruddas know that they gon’ k!ll wit’ me
big choppas lookin’ like the navy seals wit’ me
rubber bands, hunnid bands, i keep some bills wit’ me
the opps mad ’cause they know that they can’t deal wit’ me
i got the juice, b-tch, you know i keep the steel wit’ me
on the road, choppa on the side like a hillbilly

- sumo

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