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letra de more than a ton - vonoff1700

[intro: vonoff1700]
(big oz on the keyboard and sh-t)
come on, yeah (yo, fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
i’m still on the ave where it’s all good, n-gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass (alright)
for real

[verse 1: vonoff1700]
i tell ’em, n-ggas not f-ckin’ with us
he catch a shot from this glock, he ain’t gettin’ back up (yeah)
drop your dot right now, we finna pull up since your dumb ass think you tough
stop tryna talk money to me, i’m up like three hundred plus, you don’t got enough
every time that i come through spinnin’, i hit somethin’ up, so n-ggas can’t say it’s luck
when i catch that n-gga, i’m k!llin’ whoever he with, i promise i don’t give a f-ck
bounce out, i’m hittin’ him up, he couldn’t even up his gun ’cause his sh-t got stuck
we pulled up with dracs and switches, he knew it was over, the n-gga ain’t even try to duck
i ride with my sh-t in my hand, that n-gga a goofy, he ride with his sh-t in the trunk
you better not be shakin’ your ass tryna get you some gas, that’s how you get left at the pump (dumbass)
screwly said, “von, go get him,” he know how i’m comin’, he know i’ma chase him and dump

[verse 2: screwly g]
you know we fiend for murder, f-ck n-gga fall, then you know his dumb ass f-cked (grrah)
soon as we bounced out on him, he knew it was over, we hit his dumb ass up
soon as he heard that switch, his b-tch ass flinched, still got his dumb ass struck (grrah)
soon as his got shot, he dropped his pipe, dumbass couldn’t even up (dumbass)
n-gga had dissed my dog, same night got shot, n-gga couldn’t run or duck
soon as we spinned that block, i dropped my mask, they ain’t even know it was us
n-ggas tryna beef with us, ain’t got no hats, that got his dumb ass touched (okay)
soon as we get the drop, we don’t never wanna wait, we just jump in the strike and rush
[verse 3: vonoff1700]
okay, last n-gga dissed on the gang got turned to a gang, we turned his ass to a blunt (dumbass, his dumb ass)
tell them n-ggas come outside, i’m tired of slidin’, been spinnin’ they sh-t for a month (come outside)
chase his ass down, hit his ass all in his head, then kick his sh-t like a punt (come here, come here)
we caught his goin’ on break, he ain’t get to eat, caught his ass tryna get lunch (his dumb ass)
run up on me, your dumb ass gon’ get shot, i’m too rich to be throwin’ a punch (for real)
baby, this an srt, lil’ three d-gg-n’ the jeep, make this b-tch do stunts (come on)

[verse 4: screwly g & vonoff1700]
lil’ c d-gg-n’ the jeep all down they street, we on they sh-t doin’ stunts
can’t catch a n-gga at the store or get us a lo’, f-ck it, we just gon’ hunt (we hunt)
soon as we spin that block, we catch us a face, we turn his ass to runtz (to weed)
caught a n-gga comin’ out the store tryna eat some chips, dumbass died tryna munch (his dumb ass)
we out spinnin’, it’s like 12 p.m., we caught a n-gga at brunch (his dumb ass)
two opps dead, they was a doa, they ain’t even get to blow they gun (sh-t)
i love when the opps shoot back, let’s bang out, that make this sh-t more fun (okay, come on)
von tryna bounce out the car while 12 on the block, man, his ass so dumb (my dumb ass)

[verse 5: vonoff1700]
pulled up two cars deep, box him right in, he ain’t even get the chance to run (okay, his dumb ass)
brand new glizzy, switch on the back of this b-tch, i need to go find me a drum
before i come out as a rat, i’ll k!ll myself, n-gga, i’ll cut off my tongue
hit his ass all in his chest, he would’ve been dead, but my dumb ass missed his lung

[verse 6: screwly g & vonoff1700]
.45 hit his chest, but he ain’t die, bro dumb ass missed his lungs (my dumb ass)
bounce out blowin’, jerk this b-tch real loud, n-gga thought he heard a bomb (okay)
opps ain’t gettin’ no money and sharin’ clothes (they broke ass), broke-ass n-ggas some bums (for real)
they wanna know ’bout the opps we shot, can’t count on hands, it’s more than a ton (you can’t)
[outro: vonoff1700]
for real, n-gga
it’s more than a ton, i’ll get the name of these n-ggas
these n-ggas so f-ckin’ dead, this sh-t don’t make no sense, on my dead homie
free my hood, n-gga, f-ck your hood, n-gga
tell the opps post they side, we gon’ pull up and k!ll all they ass, n-gga, for real

- vonoff1700

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