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letra de green fn - twotimevae

[intro]
richie made this?
ayy, yeah, yeah, where the f-ck my gat, n-gga?
ah, ah, grrah

[chorus]
load the glock, send a shot, that’s green, f-ck n-gga (green, f-ck—)
ah, green fn, camo glock, i creep and drop n-ggas (ah, grrah)
put somethin’ on his head, if i catch that boy fresh, then i’m savin’ some guap, n-gga (ah, grrah)
glock-17 like a backwood would hit, now i can’t walk, n-gga, uh
let’s hit a [?] brother a two-for-one deal like shop, n-gga (f-ckin’ shop, n-gga)
they entered a black hole, i cop the crib with aesthetics, could mop, n-gga (f-ckin’ mop n-ggas)

[verse]
what you heard ’bout that? what you heard, b-tch? what you heard ’bout that?
i heard n-ggas p-ssy, they ain’t pull up, leave bro stroller strapped
i heard lil’ jj got popped, and since that, he ain’t tryna blow sh-t back (ah, grrah)
i-i heard lil’ vae-vae keep glocks for the f-ck n-ggas said that i’m lackin’, it’s cap
i-i heard your b-tch sent my brother the addy, and that’s how they knew where the f-ck he was at
like that’s how he knew where to cut, pull that strap out, he know he f-ck
bullets comin’ from h-ll like a sl-t, thirty rounds, it ain’t nowhere to duck
bet he regret sayin’, “it’s up,” bet he regret sayin’ that dumb sh-t
everyone hard ’til they run out of luck
just like the b-tch fed up, we gun him, leavin’ him ghost-like, we gotta touch
so much hi-tech drank, i don’t know how i function, n-ggas tryna play, but i spark too much
n-ggas park by the cut, one call and they summon the stick in they hand, like magic, you dust
where the opps at? bro got a pole and they come in, i go beserk with this blade, like guts
can’t be lackin’ so i walk up and then take it from him (hand me the stick, n-gga—, ah, grrah)
[chorus]
load the glock, send a shot, that’s green, f-ck n-gga (green, f-ck—)
ah, green fn, camo glock, i creep and drop n-ggas (ah, grrah)
put somethin’ on his head, if i catch that boy fresh, then i’m savin’ some guap, n-gga (ah, grrah)
glock-17 like a backwood would hit, now i can’t walk, n-gga, uh
let’s hit a [?] brother a two-for-one deal like shop, n-gga (f-ckin’ shop, n-gga)
they entered a black hole, i cop the crib with aesthetics, could mop, n-gga (f-ckin’ mop n-ggas)

- twotimevae

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