letra de guts! - sxmpra & 1nonly
[intro]
av with that drip, ho
[chorus: 1nonly]
ayy, like what the f-ck? motherf-cker got a bullet through his lungs
keep a clutch, i pop a hollow and serve it to his gut
shawty f-ck, i’m in the function, don’t mean to interrupt
i got money that move it like groupies, i can’t get enough
i got a steel heater, pop a blue demon, in a two seater
cool beamer, watch this two beat him
when he move wierd, i move deeper
why he move different? gotta cool ruger
he a b-tch, he a school teacher, i’m the school shooter
[verse 1: sxmpra]
ayy, sit down, i’m boutta tеach a f-cking lesson
motherf-ckers acting crazy, guеss i gotta keep ’em guessing?
just a bunch of f-cking clowns (haha)
one bat to the head, who the f-ck is laughing now?
you wanna step to me? i’ll let it end for free
i got a lotta f-cking demons, i’m the centerpiece
h-ll is meant for me, go ‘head and bend your knees
take a swing, b-tch, this’ll be your ending scene
i’ll break your motherf-cking face
when i feel the bass, i cut like razor f-cking blade, i put ‘em in a grave
run away ’cause a p-ssy motherf-cka’ never wanna be the one to face
the entity sending the f-ckers well beneath to a sunken place
i know you know my name (f-ck you)
pull up on a motherf-cker, get out the whip, i gotta let sh-t rip
f-ck another one, i gotta do it alone, i really gotta be the one to make a name done stick
so b-tch, don’t even try to save me
’cause i’m too far in the abyss, i stay f-cking decaying, don’t play me
[chorus: 1nonly]
ayy, like what the f-ck? motherf-cker got a bullet through his lungs
keep a clutch, i pop a hollow and serve it to his gut
shawty f-ck, i’m in the function, don’t mean to interrupt
i got money that move it like groupies, i can’t get enough
i got a steel heater, pop a blue demon, in a two seater
cool beamer, watch this two beat him
when he move wierd, i move deeper
why he move different? gotta cool ruger
he a b-tch, he a school teacher, i’m the school shooter
[verse 2: sxmpra & 1nonly]
i need a motherf-cking break
b-tch, what the f-ck do you want?
bullet to ya’ dome
got a f-ckin’ bag, now i’m creepin’ out the catacombs
b-tch, what the f-ck you talking? i’ma bring the mac from home
yo’ b-tch, she wanna f-ck on me and her friend, she wanna tag along
you know i’m needin’ my profit, you p-ssies speakin’ like prophets
so f-ckin’ back up and stop it, i spin yo’ jaw like a sprocket, i’m poppin’
i got my racks up like nothing, she want my d-ck in her stomach
got .40 rounds in this clip and, got forty bands in the function, like what the f-ck?
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