letra de about a week ago - vine hop
ya’ll tryna’ make a next motherf-ckin’ scene up in here, huh?
f-ckin shmurda she wrote
how much shmoneys that?
ah ah ahh, ah, ah, ah, ahh
ah, ahh
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and chewy, i’m some hot n-gga
like i talk to shyste when i shot n-ggas
like you seen him twirl then he drop, n-gga
and we keep ’em nine millis on my block, n-gga
and monte keep it on him, he done dropped n-ggas
and trigger he be wildin’, he some hot n-gga
tones known to get busy with ’em glocks, n-gga
try to run down and catch a shot n-gga
runnin’ through these checks til i p-ss out
and shorty give me neck til i p-ss out
i swear to god, all i do is cash out
and if you ain’t a ho, get up out of my trap house
i been sellin’ crack since like the fifth grade
really made no difference what the sh-t made
jaja taught me flip ’em packs and how to maintain
get that money back and spend it on the same thing
shawty like the way that i ball out
i be gettin money til i fall out
you talkin cash, dog, i goes all out
shorty love the way that i floss out
free greezy though, let all of my dogs out
mama said no p-ssy cats inside my doghouse
that’s what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
free phantom though, let all of my dogs out
we gon pull up in that hooptie, like we cops on em
with m16’s, we gon’ put some shots on ’em
i send a lil thot to send the drop on ’em
she gon call me up and i’m sick the hots on em
grimey savage, that’s what we are
grimey shooters dressed in g-star
gs9, i go so hard
but gs for my gun squad
and b-tch if it’s a problem we gon gun brawl
shots poppin out the ar
i’m with the trigger, i’m with rasha, i’m with a-rod
broad daylight and we gon let em thing bark
tell em n-ggas free messhie, ho
(free messhie, ho)
some way, free breezy ho
(free breezy ho)
and tell my n-ggas, shmurda teamin’ ho
(shmurda teamin’ ho)
mitch caught a body about a week ago
(a week ago)
f-ck with us and then we tweakin ho
(tweakin ho)
run up on that n-gga, get to squeezin’ ho
(squeezin’ ho)
everybody catching bullet holes
(bullet holes)
n-ggas got me on my bully, yo
(bully, yo)
i’m a run up, put that gun on em
(put that gun on em)
i’m a run up, go dumb on em
(dumb on em)
n-ggas got me on that young sh-t
(on that young sh-t)
got me on that dumb sh-t
(dumb sh-t)
got me on that go dumb sh-t, man
trap mode in this motherf-cker, hotter than a b-tch
ayo, pour up, i need some more drank
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