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letra de øway cypher - underground sound

[part i]

[intro: tezzus]
sh-t was trash, k!ll your producer
blatt, blatt
øway, that’s on gang
øway, blatt, bleh, blatt, blatt

[verse 1: billi0n]
ayy, phew, uh, i’m in the corner having a late-night talk with my kidney
she suck me so good, i’m walkin’ around in a line in front of my b-tch, n-gga
i put in her mouth, big-ass snake tat, i know she ’bout her business
i put her on the line, these n-ggas gettin’ ak ripped ’bout that fetty
your block got no swagger
talkin’ bout mia, them young n-ggas come home trim
i gotta’ run it back, you n-ggas ain’t get this sh-t, we make paper planes with these 20’s
we poppin’ that drank, you f-ck around forget the milligrams
f-ck it, i bust my sh-t, then they go et cetera, big battalion, n-gga better get the f-ck out the grave
we have her so h-rny, they bit the roxy bussin’, these ho’s tryna f-ck on the stage
i said i was blessin’ a freak but i’m promise lil’ mama, that don’t mean i come with a k

[verse 2: shawtyrokk]
i used to post at that store with a drac’
if i see a opp, get hit in the face
i’ll beat you out balmain jeans
i think she mines with rick, this b-tch got taste
stuff 50 racks in a goyard case
freaky lil’ b-tch, i pulled out her lace
them yhaps in miami, go run from the tank
we rocked out the show, the opps d-mn near faint
i’m wifin’ yo’ ho, she love to give brain
you wanna be dølla?, go catch you a stain
you wanna be dølla?, go hop in that flame
i spent like a twenty on hedi slimane (on gang)
[verse 3: tezzus]
phønk, øway, øway
i jumped out that f-cking cage, told ’em suck my d-ck
i’m the lord of the rings in that audi, b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck about what you bang, catch a body, b-tch
i have a blood k!ll a blood, a crip k!ll a crip
i have a crip k!ll a blood, i be set trippin’
i have a blood k!ll a blood in his set, n-gga
i have a blood k!ll a blood in his own set
i have girls that like girls, they get hoes wet
i got girls sniffin’ girl (slatt)
put your nose on the barrel
b-tch, blatt

[verse 4: lil righteous]
ain’t nothin’ but bad b-tches in this room on them teslas
i put a piece up on her tongue, that’s a tester
i tell her do it, she gon’ do it, b-tch, alexa
i tell her bust it, she gon’ bust it like a vector
i’m on 285, goin’ faster
i’m on 285, goin’ past you
i know n-ggas ready to die for that crossed-o
throw up 5, send a bullet through the peep hole (blatt, blatt)
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
(øway, that’s on gang)
(all you hear is shots)
(pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
(all you hear is shots)
[part ii]

[verse 1: diamond-]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
thirty pointers in my t–th, i got a expensive smile
racks as tall as me, this money longer than the nile
my dog said, “f-ck the judge,” he tryna take that sh-t to trial
she’ll be the richest b-tch ever if this ho keep my child
diamonds out the sink, my neck filled up with cuban links
push start on the whip, so geeked that i forgot the keys
they wouldn’t look my way, now all these b-tches on they knees
they maybach mayonnaise, this rolex with the red face

[verse 2: yung fazo]
keep an exotic b-tch, i f-ck this ho and she j-panese
might be a model b-tch, p-ssy smell pretty like listerine
know that brown boy came in hot as sh-t, me and my gang, we got clips and beams
since i was young, i had lotta chips, mama called me a lil’ money fiend, uh
i knew would do it, i knew i would get to the top
i been touchin’ the stars, gon’ be the influence
take a look in the garage, you seein’ the cars, the way that i’m moving
me and my døllas, you know that we goin’ to war, they joining the movement

[verse 3: southsidesilhouette]
uh, i’m seein’ all red, when i see that boy, we gon’ walk him
uh, uh, uh, i feel like i’m gregg popovich puttin’ tim on the roster
uh, uh, uh, the way i been poppin’ my sh-t, she gon’ suck it like pasta
uh, uh, i leather my jacket today, i woke up and popped out my collar
uh, uh, uh, i’m poppin’ it, i’m poppin’ it, b-tch, uh
i’m in the trench right now, with a tote bag, yeah, it’s holdin’ a bl!ck, uh
n-ggas on d-ck, ‘head of my game, look how far we get, uh
b-tch trip, money is sent, uh, habits throwin’ on fits, uh
finna go gold plain jane, uh, n-ggas ain’t worried ’bout sh-t, uh
f-cked up my two-tone presi’, uh, with a white and black b-tch, uh
call them hoes salt and pepper, uh, i’m on my future sh-t, uh
yeah, i’m too futuristic, i’m just on crossed-o sh-t
[verse 4: pz’]
lil’ baby, i’m goin’ ballistic, the fabrics on me is celine
huh, i wine and dine with spanish fine lil’ shawty, she work for celine
i just been goin’ from state to state, they tryna get next to me (uh)
and all of these hoes gon’ f-ck the gang, they tryna get a check for free
hey, runnin’ these laps around these hoes, runnin’ laps around these b-tches
goin’ state to state, i’m cashin’ out these flights, i’m takin’ riches
this the f-ckin’ crossed-o, we gon’ leave you with some stiches
’bout that paper, shawty, huh, and i’m stackin’ all these digits
hermes bag cost a wallet, and that b-tch might cost a chain
we might bust you in your brain
man, lil pz’, you goin’ insane
bring that motherf-ckin’ flame
if you try to diss that ø
she gon’ pop out to that show
i’m the goat but y’all already know, yeah

[part iii]

[verse 1: tezzus]
phønk, phønk, b-tch, what i sound like? cocaine
black b-tch and she half-white, no name
i just poured up ea, n-gga, last night with lilyo gang
i could pull up pj, n-gga, my last flight was private, b-tch
n-ggas gettin’ robbed on ebay, in my last life, i caught bodies, b-tch
me and this ho had a e-date, it was just a glass of wine and narcotics, b-tch
percocets keep my d-ck hard when her ass stand on top me
b-tch i’m worth a check, n-ggas gettin’ spoiled for harassin’ or bothering me
i’m rich, n-gga, i just send a car as an apology
your b-tch, n-gga, soon as she see them stars, she gon’ follow me
my clique litter, n-gga gotta’ talk to a wall before you talk to me
i kicked that n-gga straight up out my car, actin’ like an opp with me

[verse 2: ea tj]
b-tch, ten, quick to get a n-gga right up off me
smash the benz’, had to switch the tag, got b-tches stalkin’ me
big dog, n-gga, i got steppers all the way in albany
just like a g-lock, n-gga, i could pull up, g-walk, b-tches follow me
them n-ggas gon’ die ’bout lil’ phønk
whip out the stick and i dump, hah
b-tches, they all on my phone
buy them sticks all on my own

[verse 3: shawtyrokk]
yeah, bullets all in my pocket
remember them days i was goin’ broke for chrome, yeah
state farm, walk it out, now my exes calling my phone, yeah
call my phone, b-tch, stop callin’ my phone
i’m hard, just give me some dome
rock the show in dior homme
i f-cked my dream b-tch, then kicked out my home
now i’m f-ckin’ this freak, she from rome
and i’m crossin’ these o’s for who wrong
got a switch for a n-gga that’s strong

[interlude: tezzus, shawtyrokk, lilkixkdor]
øway (omertà), øway, øway (omertà)
kixkdor in this b-tch man, you know what the f-ck goin’ on, man, what?

[verse 4: lilkixkdor]
yeah, grew up in the ghetto, i was servin’ crack
we catchin’ bodies, n-gga, no act
switchy— give that boy a heart attack
switchy— put that boy up on they back
i got the switchy, this that one-tap
i used to have to take cold baths
now, i’m lit, i take sponge bath
whole family died, aftermath
trippin’ off these drugs, kodak
we gon’ catch a k!ll, get a splat
n-gga cap, knock off his hat
flippin’ sh-t, acrobat
pass him, leave him in the past
i see 12, i do the dash
can’t pull over, i might just blast

[verse 5: reezy x]
yeah, n-ggas be p-ssy, man, tell me about it
i’m with your ho and we geekin’ off molly
i’m in the bity, these n-ggas be sayin’ they lookin’ for reezy, then, p-ssy, come find me
i’m cuffin’ that check, you n-ggas can’t find me
i got a big fire on my waistline
i’m whippin’ the foreign with some foreigns in it, n-gga, yeah, my life lit right now
yeah, my life lit now
came up with the gang and they like, “how”
n-ggas life suck and they all in denial
i bet all my old hoes proud of me now
b-tch, i’m a p, i’m in prada right now
n-gga play with the phønk, he got ran out of town
if you play with the phønk, don’t get caught out of bounds
if you play with the phønk’, n-ggas will come to your house

[verse 6: 10kdunkin]
ooh, ooh
play with the phønk, this sh-t get ugly
my b-tch so bad, i get nervous when she touch me
i hit from the back, she keep askin, “do you love me?”
i love that money, she love them døllas
i’m talkin’ to the ho like creflo dollar
she look like a model, got a thousand followers
me and my whole gang ballin’, should’ve went to the nba
she tellin’ her friends we changed ’cause we made her sign a nda
we havin’ money and fame, havin’ too much game for a lame
my dog just hit a stain, he had to put in that pain
i’m tenured, put in that work, these f-ck n-ggas know we the wave, now everybody wanna surf
(surf, surf)
(surf, surf)

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