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letra de booth - freestyle - tmg zayzo

[verse 1]
i’m inna booth, here is the proof
mt get real wild, we be willing to shoot
so don’t front yo move
got a real big chop and i’m itching to boom
it’s a powerful tool
knock you right out your shoes
young wild n-gga built just like his pops, got nothing to lose
who life he gone choose
can’t wife you you used
stop picking and choose
you chasing some jewels, becoming abused
i just refused, and you got amused
the opps disappearing they all on the news
i’m not leaving clues
this sh-t from the booth, so you know it’s true
my young n-ggas illin they willing to shoot, was raised in a zoo
gorillas and lions tote chopper wit screws
so you can get screwed
got put outta school, for acting a fool
can’t walk in my shoes
(uh you can’t walk in my shoes at all at all at all)
[verse 2]
say that it’s smoke then i blow off the roof
i slide in the coup, it’s just me and you
i walk down and shoot, get put in a suit
now you made a mute, can you not compute?
my n-ggas get loose
chiraq got a 30 his hobby to shoot
if we got a problem i’m sending him through
and he clearing the room
exhaust onna cord got my sh-t screaming vroom
f-cked off some racks caught a case at it 2
got a real thick shhh and that p-ssy is juice
and i can’t say er name cause i’m f-cking the crew
but you get the gist, just look at my wrist
anything further you gone meet the clip
when i say that i mean you won’t exist
i’m a grown ass man don’t get k!lled for a b-tch
i just hit er once she was in need of d-ck
yeah i’m on probation but still keep a stick
got a chop with a scope you get fried like a fish
this glock 17 and it’s making a wish
dumping out n-ggas is taking a sh-t
let’s talk about dj, that n-gga a mimic
he follow you home and he shoot till you finished
cap just a demon, i bet that you peep it
he don’t do the creepin, you trip and he squeezing
timmo addicted to money, that’s all that he talk
don’t get wrapped like a muhf-ckin mummy
spazz suppa little, he tote a revolver
so please do not cross him, get put in a coffin
kel that’s my uda, he slide like a scooter
them hollows get stitchy and eat ya madula
moral da story, them talk money monsters get active
and turn all the opps into frags
and before you start beefin
just know that we love to play defense
and we make it muhf-ckin tragic
we spin through yo hood and that sh-t gone be everlasting
i promise you don’t want the static
just ask about brodie that n-gga got tunred into cabbage
and we do not feel charismatic
my monsters wreak havoc
i pop out the cut get to blasting
you won’t even realize what happened
i’m moving too tactic
shout out to opps, the reason we alway be clapping
so quit all that cappin before you awaken the kraken
then it’s gone be close caskets
yo hood get subtracted
but i am not talking mathamatics
you n-ggas is actors
i slept on the floor of the trap
[verse 3]
no i never needed a mattress
she went to miami then came back was made out of plastic
my life not an inch close to average
these n-ggas pretend to be savage
so i made lil brodie whack em
clean off the sh-lls hop in traffic
and shoot till his bones get to snappin
this glockie don’t come automatic
added a switch now it’s faster
put that lil boy on a plaster, it do not matter
turn n-gga brains to matter
his homies scatter
but it’s no escaping this b-st-rd
all black fit like a pastor
wet a n-gga up no baptist
40 sn-tch souls like casper
overdramatic, no we not doin no lacking
call of duty b-tch get to packing, packing a punch
like i just roll up some runtz
and know ya’ll n-ggas be runts, and don’t even front
cause that’s when n-ggas get stomped
b-tch i’m talking tree trunks
toupe me a n-gga like trump
chop gotta ride in the trunk
cause this sh-t got a drum
no we don’t tote it for fun
shoot out the window it thump
turn a f-ck n-gga to a rump
that mean he dumb
sip till i get too drunk
and no i don’t dance i crum
pockets all full wit lumps, i don’t miss lunch

- tmg zayzo

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