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letra de accuracy - torchbinfinessin

yo one of yall roll up
look, look
hawk down
hawk down
hawk down
hawk down no walkdowns
we shoot out the roof little n—a don’t talk now
little n—- don’t talk now
why the f—- these young n—-s keep watching me
like binfinessin don’t keep a glock on him
run up then it’s gone be a tragedy
long range b-tch i got accuracy
hit a n-gga in his brain
cause he capped to me

give that n-gga a sh-t bag
can’t get next to me
smoking dope ona roof
yea the balcony
(x2)
told bro throw 5 ima assists
brand new days
still taking them trips
100 ina drum
i like the way that it spit
if he try run then he get hit
i got a beam on the kit
they ain’t never see this
and the way that i shoot you’ll think it’s a switch
(x2)

he got hit in his lеg now he walk with a limp
i don’t understand
why the othеr side on d-ck
chef in the kitchen he like the way it mix
cookin up c–e & he serving that sh-t
he said he a rapper but he a little kid
if i get close im letting off like six
hit him in his stomach
hit him in this ribs
hit him in his chest
roll him in a spliff!

i don’t understand these
i don’t understand why these n—-s
watching me
like binfinessin don’t keep a glock on him
run up then it’s gone be a (tragedy)
run up then it’s gone be a tragedy
long range b-tch i got accuracy
hit a n-gga in his brain
cause he capped to me
gave that n-gga a sh-t bag
can’t get next to me
im smoking dope ona roof
yea the
im smoking dope ona roof
yea the balcony
why the f—- these young n—-s keep watching me
like binfinessin don’t keep a glock on him
run up then it’s gone be a tragedy
long range b-tch i got accuracy

why the f—- did that young n—a mention me?
for the clout for the fame he gone be deceased
hawk out the whip but we only two deep
i got this rap n—a tucking his chain from me
& i thought he was my homie but he changed on me
to be honest all these n—a they fake to me
f— ace & twentyo they a b—- to me
(x2)

dissin all in them songs that s— is a bluff
when i see you in traffic you act like a duck
you playing the house, why you acting so tough?
my n—- they spinning and shooting s— up
im reaching for chains
they take everything
i need everything
you get popped like what?
he said torch i thought you was my potna
man you a b—- you a k– k— k—
bro pluck hit him in his head
watch that little n—- go roll in the grass
look, up!
these n—-s dead, i swear to god these n-ggas be a–
on my d— these n—- is fans
they see me in person then act like my mans
on my d— these n—- is fans
they see me in person then act like my mans
ya mans a goofy i could reel him in
and have him d— by tonight
my little n—- don’t fight
they tryna go take young n—a life

ya mans a goofy i could reel him in
and have him d— by tonight
my little n—- don’t fight
they tryna go take young n—a life

- torchbinfinessin

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