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letra de 2020 start up - tay breesh

1 richiey get money
-gun shots-

[hook]
gunnin, all my n-ggas leave gunnin, they all
running, all the opps they running, they out
dumping, if you [?] then we dumping
older heads say that i’m bugging
i keep a strap in public
don’t try to peace me, i’ma dub it

gunnin, all my n-ggas leave gunnin, they all
running, all the opps they running, they out
dumping, if you [?] then we dumping
older heads say that i’m bugging
i keep a strap in public
don’t try to peace me, i’ma dub it

[verse 1]
don’t peace me i’m a dub it
i’m too fly, g’s i ain’t lacking
we got little white boy, he rappin’
he told me like “yo bro i can rap”
i’m like “lil bro, well put us on the map then”
free bdot, he went back in
i swear to god i ain’t laughing
that’s word to my mother, word to the set
i see an opp, then i’m blasting
that’s word to my wings, i ain’t playin
had to cop the 9 then we aim it
we walk in the strip cause we gangsta
we 4 deep like the ranges
if i look at you you in danger
i’m a spin ya block like a racer
[?] to cover my face up
might f-ck ya b-tch then get a shape up
now see why the opps really hate us
we on court, we ball like the lakers
who the f-ck this “flip brim” n-gga
tell that n-gga get 5 [?]
how you blood in 1090 n-gga
you n-ggas ain’t really on sh-t
who the f-ck dis kg’s n-gga, don’t get ya fat ass hit
my n-ggas smoking on cj, dumb n-gga got clipped
not talking on tp but, lil homie got bit
y’all n-ggas ain’t real
all my n-ggas do drills, see a black [?] k!ll
if i say shoot we will, all my gunners got sk!lls
can’t be me on pills i’m geeked up since [?]
we litty n-ggas off a drill
litty n-gga off a drill
my opps is scared of me, if i up a pole them n-ggas is fearing me
gotta walk with a gun like 2pac
if she holdin’ your gun get your boo shot
can’t stop, flip g’s
we don’t do cops
we ain’t stopping the packs with new opps
i’m smoking on dead like moon rocks
the chop got a stick like a tube sock
we been to your block load off 2 shots
might leave a body on melrose
go to the [?] then [?]
if u watch better flock then
i’ma walk in the o like like what’s popping
if she dope then she should be mopping
ugly betty, she be suckin d-ck like she met me
i’m too tall for the heady
i’ma bust the walls open if she let me
she a opp b-tch and she ready
keep one eye open like fetty
[verse 2]
swear to god, i’m a problem, if he outside better park it
when they see me they be coppin
i ain’t even back on my rocket
i gotta big pole in my pocket
f-ck aj brim he be cappin
[?] due to his rappin
y’all n-ggas don’t really be trapping
free jg, they try to clap him
f-ck thirstside if they mackin
they k!ll tank made it happen
i’m still smoking n-ggas pops
got 10 up on my glock
cause of my name got hit up in the rock
my n-ggas up in the flock
when i’m drunk i’m spinning the block
can’t get booked by no cops
i was lil n-gga ready to slide, you ain’t gang if u wasn’t outside
it’s only real n-ggas in my eyes, no new n-ggas they be sly
they be out here picking sides, all them n-ggas gotta die
how u jacking what i jack but you f-ckin with them n-ggas
how you tell ’em where we at but was all up in my pictures
i ain’t never liked a rat, they could all blow a whistle
they can all tell the judge or to my pistol
i’m a get up with you
hope yo baby momma miss you
i’m a get up with you
hope yo baby momma miss you

- tay breesh

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