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letra de double trouble - turtle b

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[verse 1: turtle b]
parked up back to back when it’s game time
spin the s, oh i think i spot jay9
oh jj my brother, we spot him, we got him
you know we gon’ cl!ck at the same time
know i don’t lack, got the glock on my waistline
he tried to run, get up on him don’t waste time
we doing hits we don’t stop ‘til the daytime
they know what happen if they try to play mine
we spin the boro, we yell out “pt”
he say it back then we make a petey
they know to duck they tacos when they see me
i got a baddiе and she getting neaky
aftеr 2 weeks i call up more
i’m like “brodie yeah we got a td”
baddie she kick it, after that we gon’ do 20k on the f-ckin’ repeat

[verse 2: josh gritty]
but first thing first, n-gga, beef never dead
if it’s up then it’s stuck then we leavin’ it there
i’m from the a where it’s gritty
them youngin’s get busy, we pop a oppa anywhere
oh he think he cool ‘cause he chill with the guys?
but he not one of mines he ain’t flock over there
he tried to spin thru the p’z
he almost got lucky but it’s funny how steppers appear
he tried to run but got hit in his shh
and the other bullet almost went thru his ear
dummy, no you can’t come over here
long live king ant, for jb ima flare
like, hold on [?] gon’ shoot him if he stare
40 cook him now he medium rare
opps rappin’ but they never appear
like, what happened to 6ixx? he got put in the air
i lost some brothers so ion really care
he ain’t die by no opp just to make it clear
like, enough is enough with them caps in the raps
so many dead stains in the air
like, [?], banga, mani, mitch
[?] ran but the dumb n-gga tripped
and i know a opp that got hit wit’ his b-tch
he got tagged in his foot so he walk with a limp
gla speedin’, buggin’ down the strip
tell bro gotta chill got a car full of tris
knock on my lap we ain’t stoppin’ for sh-t
guess i’m gon’ go back to jail that’s the end of this sh-t
but bro never worry that n-gga legit
‘cause everything we do is calculated risk
one call, we ball, we parkin’ on their strip
tell bro don’t worry, watch when we hop out and blitz
the first one we see, the first one we hit
and whoever wit’ him can die in the mix
ain’t no passes, smokin’ on mani see him through the ashes
i did a lot so you know that i’m active
big ebk might flock at an aston
no cap, free that boy aston
once he touch down that’s on brodie we pack him
two twin glocks ‘bout to ball like the [?]
swervo go left, i go right, like what happened?
[?] on feet, we spot him, we tag him
[?] reverse the v he climbin’ up thru traffic
for [?] that boy a basket
and for jb i did him tragic
all he saw was the beam n-gga thought it was magic
caught an opp, cool, fantastic
[verse 3: turtle b]
y’all should be ashamed claimin’ brodie name
it’s been 3 years y’all ain’t bend or do no clap sh-t, like
and i’m in the cut wit’ a bad b-tch
look at me wrong wit’ the guys you get clapped quick
jj hop out with his ratchet
shots to his chest now he stretched like he mr. fantastic
y’all n-ggas claim to be spinnin’ the p’z
but y’all n-ggas know every time what’s gon’ happen, like
no we don’t give out no passes
top 5 for my roster and i’m active
we make movies but we not no actors
you don’t know me n-gga better back up
i bet when they see me i bet they run faster
dummy, no i can’t beef with no rapper
bend thru the block and i make a disaster
lurkin’, rundown on me you get tagged up
like, richie got hit with a ladder
6ixx in the air, a n-gga pick his back up
shootin’s on [?], what happened out a black truck?
i bet he get shot if he think he gon’ act up

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