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letra de gin cop a drop - trae

cheeah-

[verse 1:]
cheeah, nothing promise so i kick it like i’m bout to leave
fighting pressure got me practicing my barb and weave
i deal with hate like love is something that i don’t believe
nothing less than thankful tryna cherish everyday i breathe
street n-gg-, hood credit n-gg- nothing cash
unless i’m in the hood stunting with my nothing -ss
paparazzi on em look at all these flashing lights
outta control something like a pilot who was crash at flight
seven letter certified by the sender
i bring the hood to any section i enter, and that they better remember
they tell me smile but in they no mind dj
one of my brothers gone away till november
until then i’m goin be…

[hook: samples “fast forward” by jody breeze]
go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
go and cop a drop, sittin-sittin on some custom rims
i represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
i represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim
i represent for the south (hey) my resident is a sloim

[verse 2:]
lil homies on the corner askin what the buisness?
i say the struggle knowing haters praying that i’m finished
they rather superman but radio say he’s a menace
when others left the hood these stay to catch perfect attendants
word on the street messing with trae it could lose your career
yeah that might be true the p-ssy n-gg-s who living in fear
f-ck em, seeing it close something they wouldn’t using
this day eviction note is tell them n-gg-s keep it moving
the sound in my trunk is atomic, speakers plexing
and i’m slippin on this challenger gl-ss see on reflection
and i’m pose through anger management, sw-ngers so much aggression
even wise over stretching like crazy
no direction…

[hook]

[verse 3:]
i’m in this old school n-body but me in the car
i fin em slumps try’na duck off from being a star
call it an -sshole state of mind
so i do clarity at this watch under these rocks to display the time
half of that inside the grill or say i’m doin fine
i know these haters hot as f-ck to see me doin mine
they tell me focus on the day, i only see at night
in this black locs try’na stop the world from being bright
cheeah, till the casket i’m the realist in it
i guess they never got the message so i’m here to send it
i’m on they -ss until the world understand me
i try to tell em ain’t no way they can ban me
picture me rollin i’m…

[hook x2]

- trae

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