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letra de beat up the road - vonoff1700

[intro]
free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
i’m still posted on the ave where it’s all good, n-gga
tell the opps come post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n-gga (free them drivers, free them murderers, man)

[verse 1]
i say, what ’bout the opps? we be k!llin’ the ass (for real)
what ’bout they block? we be spinnin’ they sh-t (they sh-t)
if i can’t get to him, i’m sendin’ a blitz (go get ’em)
way before rap, i was goin’ on hits
none of that sh-t gon’ change, still toss with the gang, get a switch, i’m extendin’ the clip (for real)
walk with that b-tch in my hand, i’ll be d-mned if i got that b-tch tucked on my hip

[chorus]
b-tch, we just beat up the road, came back with twenty-two thousand off an eight hour trip (facts)
kick her ass right out the crib, put on your clothes, go on ‘head, call your lyft (bye)
caught his ass goin’ to work, bounced out on him, the n-gga was clockin’ his shift (his dumb ass)
famous done broke my app, he can pay n-ggas’ bonds, he done got rich off ‘scripts

[verse 2]
my right pocket filled with dubs, i guess it’s a blood, my left pocket blues, it’s crip
i ain’t gon’ say too much, but you can go ask what happened when they shot up my whip (they dead)
his dumb ass died at the store, was it really worth it? them must’ve been some good-ass chips
we k!lled that n-gga on camera, play that sh-t back, we got a good-ass clip
bro ‘nem’ll glass your chase, come get great, we got some good-ass slips (sh-t)
baby, i don’t even wanna fack, but you could suck it, you got some clear-ass lips (for real)
you wanna learn how to slide? ask toss gang, we got some good-ass tips
one of the opps so fat, can’t wait ’til he die, that’s gon’ be a big old rip
that n-gga say he with the hottest, he just dropped a tape, that b-tch got so many skips
can’t even open my eyes, i’m gone off the drank, i done took too many sips (for real)
if i could do it, n-gga, you could do it, i done climbed too many cliffs (sh-t)
i ain’t got sh-t to give, don’t come ’round beggin’, i done gave too many gifts (no cap)
if none of this sh-t don’t work, we back in the bas-m-nt, n-gga, we right on 5th
playin’ them internet games and dissin’ the dead, that got his dumb ass k!lled
soon as he got in the station, the lil’ n-gga told, i knew the n-gga wasn’t built (b-tch ass)
left his ass layin’ on the ground, bullet holes all in his head, left his dumb ass stiff (dead ass)
[chorus]
b-tch, we just beat up the road, came back with twenty-two thousand off an eight hour trip (for real)
kick her ass right out the crib, put on your clothes, go on ‘head, call your lyft
caught his ass goin’ to work, bounced out on him, the n-gga was clockin’ his shift
famous done broke my app, he can pay n-ggas’ bonds, he done got rich off scripts

[outro]
we’ll k!ll everybody, n-gga
we’ll come k!ll you, n-gga
we’ll— i’m slime my own blood, n-gga
i don’t give no f-ck, n-gga
the biggest, n-gga

- vonoff1700

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