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letra de no attempts - teejay3k

[intro: omb peezy]
freezie production
look, lord, lord, lord
ay, uh

[verse 1: omb peezy & teejay3k]
talkin’ ’bout guns (talkin’ ’bout speakers) we keep ’em
you know i stay wit’ a heater
i’m in the club and i’m standing on top of the speakers
and that l!ck, b-tch be showing like they legal
i’m wit’ lil eagle, sh-t could get lethal
look in my eyes, you could see all the evil
headshot, dead-shot, that’s when the devil might turn to the reaper
i pop out with nina
when i hit from the back make her sing like anitta
try to set me up then imma bake ’em
catch bodies for to leave ’em but i gotta pay lil bruh under the table
them bullets gon hit him n0body can save him
red-dot, ain’t even have to go chase him
shots to the car but he died from the wreck
blood everywhere had made a lil mess
no, i can’t let it slide, soon as he come outside then he gon die
my shooters ready to slide, it’s a homicide when they pop out
and these n-ggas wanna take my life so i’m riding round wit’ an ar right next to my thigh
e gon shoot, kb gon shoot, lil hype gon shoot, yea them my guys
[chorus: omb peezy & teejay3k]
and that don’t do no attempts, walked out stand over him (he racked out)
and we shoot above the rim (grah, grah)
we ain’t aiming for no l!ck
make the wrong move get you broke here
had a .40 mag cause i don’t know them
imma break a b-tch back, call me no simp
and all i know is slang that l!ck
and n-ggas dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious
got my back right by a n-gga light, tell him pick a coffin
on but they still tryna off me, brought him back in this b-tch wit’ the stick
roll down the window to see who that is, if he swervin’ a lil bit we gon let that b-tch hit, yea

[verse 2: teejay3k]
jackin’ the bottles b-tch i’m popping out
n-ggas don’t really want beef they be copping out
he can’t run away cause we finna go block the car
hang out the window, lil hype he be jumping out, yea
kel-tec, .223s when i spin that be my favorite gun
n-gga said he want smoke, go and take his lung
if i said i want smoke imma make it known
b-tch let’s get it in
i’m a loner, i ain’t never sitting in
if we hit his block one time and n0body die, sh-t, we gon spin again
first degrees, we don’t do no attempt
big gun on my hip so i walk wit’ a limp
shots fired at his brim, can’t wait til he slip
if you need a job done, lil b-tch i’m him
[chorus: omb peezy & teejay3k]
and that don’t do no attempts, walked out stand over him
and we shoot above the rim
we ain’t aiming for no l!ck
make the wrong move get you broke here, hm
had a .40 mag cause i don’t know them
imma break a b-tch back, call me no simp
and all i know is slang that l!ck
and n-ggas dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious, uh
got my back right by a n-gga light, tell him pick a coffin
on but they still tryna off me, brought him back in this b-tch wit’ the stick
roll down the window to see who that is, if he swervin’ a lil bit we gon let that b-tch hit, yea

- teejay3k

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