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letra de wtf - tg flockaa

[intro]
graah
graah graah boom
what the f-ck
p-ssy ass kids man
like what the f-ck
them lil’ n-ggas is dayroom
graah
graah graah boom
every opp shot
like what
gang, gang, gang, gang
graah

[verse 1]
i be totin’ knockers when i be in traffic
what the f-ck i look like lackin’
up it and flock it, no passin’
i’m tryna put a n-gga in the casket
they was shootin’ baskets, now these n-ggas rappin’
never caught a hit, why you cappin’
my n-ggas spinnin’ we make this sh-t happen
free westdot, free pdot, free jdot, free kay flock
n-ggas always be talkin’ what they’re not
talk on jp and i’m leavin’ your face hot
that’s a face shot, sh-t’s nasty
i was totin’ becky up in cali
f-ck that internet sh-t, drop addy
opp b-tch wanna link get nasty
bad lil b-tch she callin’ me daddy
i beat up the p-ssy, i’m beatin’ it badly
wait, what the f-ck is a sally?
you gon’ die tryna slide with that sh-t
whеn y’all n-ggas nеver caught a hit
n-ggas always fallin’ for a b-tch
wake up, your man’s in a spliff
and nonе of ya n-ggas ain’t nevеr do sh-t
slide through their block, don’t run don’t trip
i be with them n-ggas who started that sh-t
bendin’ blocks we gon’ park up the whip
we gon’ go in ap’s and we makin’ it lit
catch yus gz, that’s a hit
i’ma make that n-gga body flip
all y’all n-ggas do is politic
but i’m ’bout to make it, i don’t give a sh-t
like, why these b-tches always on my d-ck
shawty was dancin’, widlin’ on a grip
whole time, she was feelin’ the stick
hop out, send shots, right out the whip
when we slide through their block they gon’ run like they rick
it gets better, just hope they don’t trip
totin’ the knock when i post on the fifth
i can never be dumb, can’t slip
the backdoor open, i can’t even trip
’cause i know i’m prepared for that sh-t
backdoor, who you gon’ die with your grip
n-ggas be cappin’ and lyin’ and sh-t
when they be the n-ggas that’s dyin’ and sh-t
like, [?] gon’ slide with the grip like
that’s your b-tch, you can die with your b-tch
like what, i’m on timin’ lil b-tch
catch me a o i’ma fire the grip
i can never rely on a b-tch
’cause these b-tches gon’ f-ck ’cause i’m lit
they don’t know what i did for this sh-t
lil days off, b-tch, part of my drip
and your n-gga, broke as sh-t
he can’t even afford to go buy you a fit
but me, why would i worry about fits
i could be broke and still f-ck your b-tch
give me a year and i’m gon’ be rich
n-ggas was sayin’ i won’t be sh-t
now all their baby mothers want my d-ck
knew all their baby mothers since a jit
now all their baby mothers suckin’ d-ck
they just laid back ’till they sh-t
n-ggas like 40 always on my d-ck
like, in my hood then gon’ pay you respect
’cause they know what i did for my set
any boy actin’ crazy gettin’ left
chaser gon’ blow you, put that on the sev
and y’all know that everything’s for mezzy
talk on bro and i’m leaving you deady
on a drill with jb and i’m ready
thirty clip on me i’m bout to get heavy
i’ma show these n-ggas who the stompers
go to court and then lie to your honor
startin’ sh-t ’cause i know i’ma starter
stay with my nine, call me tony parker
everyday this sh-t gon’ get harder
you just gotta maintain, go further
don’t quit, work harder
it’s just me and my n-ggas solvin’ all these problems
[outro]
graah
graah graah boom
every opp shot
i’m f-ckin back man
i was gone for a lil’ minute too like
word to my mother, i’m back

- tg flockaa

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