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letra de way out - thf lil law

[intro]
(enot gon’ shoot you up)

[chorus]
they say i’m the way out
but i’m still in the trenches and sh-t like i don’t even know
i was just at a opp lo’ in the back of the house with a chop pointed right at his door
i’m a real n-gga, i spit all facts
gotta dial back, can’t put too much in the song
heard what he said, responded by sprayin’
goofy-ass n-gga got hit with that chrome
first he was threatin’, textin’, sendin’ them messages and sh-t to my phone
facetime him, now you can’t ’cause he gone
all that tough-ass talk, he had his fan, ain’t blow
can’t talk down on the drive-by, know how that go
sh-t just happened so fast
when i went to glide, i got out my window to throw

[verse]
it’s tied on, we just got that lo’
i get to all my bros, they savages
i’m tryna see who gon’ get there first
i had to stop my self, i almost mentioned the n-gga we put in the dirt
n-gga let a shot off on my sh-t, you don’t know how that got us turnt
never just waitin’ on somethin’, rifles all down my turf
shorty ‘nem from the back of my sh-t ready to splat like they let off a [?]
two hundred shots hit the middle of the car in the middle of the block, he couldn’t reverse
k!ll you a n-gga, you ain’t even feelin’ to get you a ticket, a beautiful murder
i just look like this, i’m crooked as sh-t, i’m not a beautiful person (enot gon’ shoot you up)
if he ain’t with me, i’m slimin’ him out, this nothin’ i’m thinkin’ about
tell foenem i got us a l!ck, this sweet-ass b-tch got the sh-t in the couch
a n-gga can’t tell us they [?] for real ’cause if sh-t was [?], we wouldn’t have a doubt
i wish n-ggas say how they feel, quit holdin’ sh-t in
n-gga move like a b-tch with a d-ck in her mouth
i don’t even know what this sh-t be about
n-gga, never had pressure when my k!llers around
it’s love with the 4 and 6 and the 9
we brothers, ain’t none of us guys
he went against the mob
all us threw up the 4 and said f-ck him the minute he died
play with they heads, the sh-t i be sayin’ (enot gon’ shoot you up)
i got motherf-ckers tryna break down my lines
[chorus]
they say i’m the way out
but i’m still in the trenches and sh-t like i don’t even know
i was just at a opp lo’ in the back of the house with a chop pointed right at his door
i’m a real n-gga, i spit all facts
gotta dial back, can’t put too much in the song
heard what he said, responded by sprayin’
goofy-ass n-gga got hit with that chrome
first he was threatin’, textin’, sendin’ them messages and sh-t to my phone
facetime him, now you can’t ’cause he gone
all that tough-ass talk, he had his fan, ain’t blow
can’t talk down on the drive-by, know how that go
sh-t just happened so fast
when i went to glide, i got out my window to throw

[outro]
(enot gon’ shoot you up)

- thf lil law

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