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letra de dead rappers - trello

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n-ggas)
yeah, yeah
ceo on this b-tch, radio on this b-tch, man (dell gang, man)
dell gang anywhere, gge, man
fly high for ty, disrespect, gon’ see why
bully boys, ayy (go)

[verse 1]
trrappin’ on the p, got it lookin’ like mickey d’s (go)
i just mixed some d and fentanyl, the recipe (on gang)
like my junkies clean with some jobs, no felonies (they white)
ain’t no comin’ to the spot, it’s a subway up the street (skrrt)
he thought it was sweet ’cause they deep ’til we up them heats
coke all white, got it lookin’ like i jumped in bleach
n-ggas makin’ tweets ’bout them k!llings, that be k!lling me
it ain’t never been no k!ller without no k!ller, we come in threes (facts)
i don’t come with c’s, not no cookie, i need 33 (duh)
7.62, stole his brain, that’s a burglary (he gone)
free my n-gga murda, he’ll catch one in the first degree (g ball)
my lil’ n-gga just got out and went up, b-tch, we play for keeps (ooh)
n-ggas cliquin’ up, but used to wanna hang with gge (what?)
all up in the video, dancin’, tryna catch a scene (keke)
catch him at the vp, cool, i ain’t gon’ make no scene (keke)
he was at the pump, i had my pump and he caught all of these (baow)
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m in the raq (what?), with them straps (on gang)
dissin’ on ty, you bound to die, bro, check the stats (fly high)
for 14, we got back (what?), and that’s a fact (on gang)
n-ggas play with mine, we in your cut like where you at? (boo)
my lil’ b-tch a brat (what?), she skinny, p-ssy fat (ooh)
make her say, “f-ck glizzy,” when i’m hittin’ it from the back (glizzy)
my block on the map (green), green to be exact (for real)
this won’t be the first time a n-gga died ’cause rap (nate)

[verse 2]
all that dissin’, i’ma put a bag on his cap (ooh)
my lil’ n-gga curry was up a deuce, that’s a fact (curry)
my g ball crane put the hood on his back (g ball)
most these n-ggas switched up, other half turned rats
all them real ones, n-gga, we still here, forever that (on gang)
when i make it out the hood, i’ma still come back (what?)
i got k!llers over east (facts), i got k!llers on the low (facts)
i got k!llers out west (facts), i got k!llers in the poe (facts)
i can’t never leave my glock (nah), even take it in the store (what?)
you took that b-tch to denny’s, well, i took that b-tch to joe’s
and she just filed her taxes, she suck d-ck just like a pro (severe)
clean the d-ck so good, i f-ck around and pay her note (ching)
one time, i went broke and had to sell a n-gga soap (d-mn)
this drank had f-cked his stomach up, i sold him karo (ooh)
this drakey got a tummy tuck, i call it weight goals (ooh)
me and my n-ggas bang bros (why?), we f-ck the same hoes (yeah)
strip club, up a bankroll on a stank ho
i’d rather be an alpo, b-tch, i can’t go
i’ll sell a n-gga outdoor a pound of indo
i’ll drop the chopper sh-lls all up out your window
[chorus]
b-tch, i’m in the raq (yeah), with them straps (on gang)
dissin’ on ty, you bound to die, bro, check the stats (he gone)
for 14, we got back (what?), and that’s a fact (bully boys)
n-ggas play with mine, we in your cut like where you at? (skrrt)
my lil’ b-tch a brat (ooh), she skinny, p-ssy fat (yeah)
make her say, “f-ck glizzy,” when i’m hittin’ it from the back (glizzy)
my block on the map (yeah), green to be exact (green)
this won’t be the first time a n-gga died ’cause rap (keke)

[outro]
ayy, smokin’ dead rappers (dead rappers)
ayy, b-tch, i’m smokin’ dead rappers (dead rappers)
ayy, we the ones that k!ll clappers, ayy (k!ll clappers)
ayy, we them robbin’ kidnappers, ayy, ayy (yeah, yeah)
dead rappers (yeah)
ayy, b-tch, i’m smokin’ dead rappers (dead rappers)
ayy, uh, dead rappers
dissin’ in your songs, you’ll be another dead rapper, hold on
your whole sixteen cars in my motherf-ckin’ fourteen job, b-tch
smokin’ gelato with the opps, man, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
see us, call cops, we send shots, f-ck thots, b-tch

- trello

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