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letra de 100! - $tr burst

[verse 1: luh body]
i know lil bro gon hop out, he 13 just want some recognition
think yo gon spin on the block, we gon swiss cheese yo transmission
try to reach for any chain, yo ass ain’t gon have no feelings
there’s a house straight out the bullsh-t you would find, now yo ass tweakin
you cannot look at me wrong, 223 f-ck up yo visa
me and joe sliding up in the east, with choppas in the heavens
so you think you gon crank up the charge, that hoe came with a kid switch
i like the regular glock, i slap on the suite cause he easier to deal with
hold on
im only 17, but i got some big ass dreams
he tried to run this house, ap heater
now the boy ain’t got no spleen
a n- i shoot like curry when im in thе paint, a young n- shoot like kareem
and these young n- say wе beefin, they ain’t did nothing so it’s not what it seems (yuh, ayee)
yeah, baby n- thuggin side
hey baby, you n- ain’t do nun
n- tried to pump his nuts, so he gon get laid up on his head
shouldn’t have said what you said, now yo folks tryna figure out why you dead
my lil n- laid back, but for me i know lil bro gon spray
we got 100 that the young n- play, you know we gon soon out the maybach

[verse 2: $tr burst]
spin out the maybach
hit off his top hat
he won’t get a get back
he in an opp pack (oh sh-t)
diss him on a track
shots fly at his back
alt delete him with the mac
catch him lack, he start to run
sorry ma’am, i k!lled yo son
hit with the hunnid round drum
if the cops ask, i ain’t saying nun (i ain’t do it)
catch him at a red light
shoot out his head light
put him on websites
no pennywise, but he see dead lights
we aim at his head with the red dot
we don’t want nothing else but a headshot
he’s burning up, we got him red hot
never confess so we never get caught
n0body can ever catch us lackin
sippin on the juice, b-tch what’s bracken?
always on the grind, never caught slackin
hit his head so hard, he gon need asprin
he cappin when he say he from o block
there’s no escape, looks like it’s opp o’clock
not playing games, lil boy it’s not roblox
got it locked down, like we had a pad lock
say you wanna test me, im no sat
if you tryna run, arrow to the knee
said your girl not from tennessee
but she’s the only ten i see
remember all the opps in school
they was p-ssies, tryna be cool
f-ck em all, yes i mean you too
now i wonder who will be new
got dropped by my so called friends
wonder if i should amends
or if i should make it end
i’ll just keep writing with this pen
jk, i dont use a pen, i use my phone
keep my head low, and remember sticks and stones
you can break my bones
but you can’t take my throne
feel like the king of this sh-t
even the opps gotta admit
hes on a bullet train, no brad pitt
just stop trying and submit
f-ck bama, f-ck max, f-ck shaun
on the look out from dusk till dawn
i’ll always spin back, rip king von
you ain’t king, you just a p-wn
look, luh body & burst
we always comin first
you peeped the verse
now you wanna reverse
put yo boy in the back of a he-rs-

- tr burst

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