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letra de ape shit - unfoonk

[intro: unfoonk]
uh (what’s happenin’ chi chi?), yeah
yo, you got it, um, f-ck that sh-t crazy, yeah

[chorus: unfoonk]
uh, i know some k!llers who got means, but still get active (yeah)
i know some b-tches suckin’ d-ck, but ain’t get paid for it (yeah, yeah)
these n-ggas cappin’ on my name, but i ain’t havin’ it (on god)
i know some k!llers turned rats, you know, that p-ssy sh-t
i know some n-ggas turned they back on me, that sucker sh-t
i know a n-gga popped his own brother, crazy sh-t (on god)
i know some b-tches lyin’ on my name, clout sh-t
and we go dumb with them sticks, call that apesh-t

[verse 1: unfoonk]
see, i got k!llers on my block, protect it, real scr-p (yeah)
she didn’t respect me so i paid to get that b-tch slapped (slap)
i’m goin’ solo, b-tch, i’m ’bout my dolo (uh-huh)
pockets filled with guala (yeah), i’m an angel like a halo (yeah)
ayy, unfoonk, you been goin’ dumb, please slow it down (huh?)
why the f-ck would i do that? i want my money now (ah-ah)
my money get equation, and it ain’t do no hesitation
got the lamb’ smoked out, we gon’ need some ventilation
i used to have a dream, i became a millionaire
turned my dream to reality, i ain’t come to play fair (uh-huh)
have you ever seen a hundred-thousand in all hundreds?
count at least a hundred times then i called up my mama, (unfoonk), uh
[chorus: unfoonk]
uh, i know some k!llers who got means, but still get active (yeah)
i know some b-tches suckin’ d-ck, but ain’t get paid for it (yeah, yeah)
these n-ggas cappin’ on my name, but i ain’t havin’ it (on god)
i know some k!llers turned rats, you know, that p-ssy sh-t
i know some n-ggas turned they back on me, that sucker sh-t
i know a n-gga popped his own brother, crazy sh-t (on god)
i know some b-tches lyin’ on my name, clout sh-t
and we go dumb with them sticks, call that apesh-t

[verse 2: g herbo]
ayy, i can’t leave far without that gat ’cause i’m from the ‘raq (chiraq)
i took my block from off my feet, put it on my back (no business)
you think my n-ggas go to school, we got h-lla macs (you know that)
a bunch of k!llers that i’m bool with, they yellin’ “slatt” (slatt)
say herb’ got rich and left his hood, ain’t give none back (psych)
to get your clique whacked, couple hundred racks (that’s right)
the feds playin’ every track, tryna send me back (send me back)
before i got rich off of rap, we hit heavy crack
i know some n-ggas from the trap, they still in that trap
i know a n-gga play with straps and he still a rat
i know some n-ggas beefin’, i ain’t in that bap
got bodyguards for a reason, but i’ll still clap (splatt)

- unfoonk

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