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letra de rpt bugging - tdot2oppy, dthang, tmac (rapper) & 6ixx

[intro: tdot2oppy]
(glo made that beat?)
baow (gang)
baow, baow-baow-baow, baow (gang, gang-gang-gang)
baow, baow-baow-baow, baow (gang, gang-gang-gang)
gang
gang-gang-gang

[verse 1: tdot2oppy]
don’t make me call edai gunz
don’t try to run, these hollows gon’ eat ’em up
don’t get shot for fun
n-gga smoke his whole pack, now that n-gga is out of luck
we tote h-lla guns
spin through the whole courts, [?]
i was on a run, on some sh-t i had did on probation for a couple months
i’m with lotti, tell these lil’ n-ggas, “don’t try me”
that’s a homi’, .45th take off his body
she a hottie, open up, let me get mazi
it’s a movie, hop out, sprayin’ the uzi
salute me, peace me the ‘gz or the whoopty
smokin’ u.e., throw up the alley, i’m oopin’

[verse 2: dthang]
we spin their blocks, wе f-ckin’ their babas
he omb, bullets mеt him like lava
courts talk, they never wanna pop out
spin the ‘bridge, three deep with the glocks out
we not goin’ back and forth on the ‘net
we spin the block, we leavin’ ‘em wet
6sav, we spin that the best
we put on for the set
don’t walk in the rain and get wet, grr, and get wet
i’m a different shooter
hop out, two v’s, two ‘gz, aimin’ for medulas
we spin, we spin, they run, yeah, we tryna do ‘em
jay gz got poked, ek got shot, what the f-ck they doin’?
reyway, y’all kids, y’all ain’t post on the block, y’all ain’t really shootin’
y’all ain’t really shootin’
she with the ‘gz, she open her legs, [?], y’all heard what i said
[?], y’all heard what i said
[verse 3: tmac]
baddie, she totin’ the toaster
baddie jack ‘gz, she [?] like yoga
n-ggas is p-ssy, they fold up
don’t run close, i’ma slice you like cold cuts
don’t politic, send the addy
slide to the rey’, two deep with a baddie
the b-tches, they love us, we classy
f-ck n-ggas’ b-tches, no wonder they maddies
told derek, “get back for pablo”
n-gga tried to run, he got hit with a hollow
boy paralyzed from the neck up
don’t spin the t’z, get your whole v’ let up
[?]’s fast, so we chased ‘em
he ain’t get far, no oven, we baked ‘em
we took n-ggas’ miss, so they hatin’
call up the drillys, he opp, then we flamed ‘em

[verse 4: 6ixx]
yo, pass me the glizzy, it’s ‘bout to get litty
oh, that’s your b-tch? she get tossed like a frisbee
remember back then when my pockets was empty
soon be on top and runnin’ the city
bro got a glock, this hold about 50
you know when i spin, i spin ‘til i’m dizzy, that’s basic
we take a trip, vacation
bullets gon’ fry ‘em like bacon
he throw up the o, we chase ‘em
it’s 6ixx and i’m down for the win
chalim be talkin’, but never gon’ spin
the glizzy i’m totin’ hold 10
slide to the west and we [?]
catch me an o, it get tragic
.40 gon’ spark, got ‘em doin’ gymnastics

- tdot2oppy dthang tmac rapper 6ixx

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