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letra de drid - tata

[intro]

yo [?], what the f-ck?
(like, everybody shot)
yo call jay, call jay
(like, everything dead)
(suck my–) grrah
like (glah glah, boom b-tch)
everybody shot

[verse 1: tata]
he tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya’ homie got shot and took it on a bummy (like)
n-ggas be internet demons, i catch, i’ma cut em’ and pull out his stomach (grrah grrah, boom)
ain’t no leg shots, i hit medulas
teach em’ a lesson, i back out the ruler (grrt, bow)
got a lightskin b-tch, she a cougar (grrah grrah)
ain’t no lackin’, i stay wit’ my rooga, b-tch (grrah grrah, boom)
don’t run, don’t trip, everything deady n-gga, suck a d-ck (b-tch)
n-ggas be talkin’ on me, ion’ care, cause my n-ggas in line put ya’ man’s in a spliff (d-mn)
brodie be buggin’, he run, he get clipped (grrah)
thought it was sweet, i put signs in the fl!cks (grrah grrah, boom)
gotta move tact’, on bro he a b-tch (d-mn)
movin’ funny, i aim at ya’ lip (d-mn)
he tried to run, caught a shot to the head
ayo wayne, i’m smokin’ ya deads
when i hopped out the v, they all fled
they know my bop, mr. everything dead (everybody shot)
like, i’m in the slime for real (everything dead)
n-ggas they die for real (b-tch)
so bum, n-ggas never do nun’, play wit’ my n-ggas we sliding for real (grrah grrah, boom)
they call me bardi, i’m in carti, wit’ the legs gettin’ dead of bacardi (d-mn)
when i’m wit carter n-gga, it’s a party, f-ck ya’ b-tch and i’m not sayin’ sorry
she tell me she love me, i said, “are you serious?”
like jay said, “you get shot if you curious” (b-tch)
oh you 41k? like how? n-ggas be p-ssy like, don’t make me furious (grrah grrah, boom)
[verse 2: kyle richh]
i’m fast, fill em’ wit’ ligaments
how you 41k? like what?
you not a ooter, don’t shoot on our drill wit’ us
d-don’t run b-tch, dump that gun (grrah grrah grrah)
once we slide, ran on foot (like what? like what?)
li-like what? put the d-ck in her throat (grrah grrah grrah)
sh-she a baddie, she cuffin’ the chrome (grrah)
he-he try to run, put a shot to the dome (gang gang gang)
she a thot, gun in her b-tt (glah)
dead off the migos she fiendin’ to rump
dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt
and free all my brothers, ain’t see them for months (grrah grrah grrah)
i’ma g b-tch, i swear that i’m clutch (grrah)
what? who that? new opp in the runt (grrah grrah, boom)
spot em’, we got em, we turn em’ to runtz
what? run down, he get turned into dust
li-like what? clap that sh-t
up when i black, don’t run don’t trip, like what?
shots way too clutch, can’t miss
i got a knock wit’ a beam on this b-tch, what?
ass fat, sh-t got a bounce
i’m on this sh-t that y’all cannot pr-nounce
like, she a thot, she be breakin’ it down
run down, put the beam on his crown
[verse 3: dee billz]
d-don’t run, d-dont trip, like, got the knock on my hip
if he run up then i’m flockin’ this sh-t, like, pop it, lock it, droppin’ this b-tch (grrah grrah, boom)
[?] strech you (like what?)
and my ooter, i send em’ to send you (grrah grrah grrah)
he run up, get erased wit’ this pencil (d-mn)
and it’s still free the guys out the pen too (gang gang gang)
how you see me and i ain’t see you? (like what? like what?)
wanted to ask? boy you shoulda threw (n-gga you dumb)
that was me, i woulda’ sent a few
like, ball like hamidou (gang gang)
bro might up it, he clearin’ the party (on bro)
and she mean but you know she a barbie (gang gang)
i might hit it then dip, girl i’m sorry (like what? like what?)
i might park her, not talkin’ [?] (like what? like d-mn)
i get heavy, she feelin’ it still (grrah grrah)
bro a zombie, he dead off the pills (grrah grrah, boom)
toss the heat, i might give em the chills
she recordin’, i tell her to chill (grrah grrah, boom)
i’m like brady, throwin’ in the field (d-mn)
he tried to run, caught a shot to the back (d-mn, d-mn)
and his dad is up in this pack (grrah grrah grrah)
love my body, i could never lack (grrah grrah, boom)
on her body-ody, throw it back, like, shawty be the strap (b-tch)
ootin’ through the coat, shorty up it through the f-ckin’ mat
[?] spin through, bend through in a u-haul, like
glocky-ocky too strong, like
hit it wit’ my shoes on, like
[outro]
grrah grrah grrah, like
everything dead, b-tch
d-mn, 41 shots to the head
everybody shot, everything dead
41, 41-41

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