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letra de too ez - vonoff1700

[intro]
tryna slide, then, uh
wanna catch you a body, then get in with us
me and backend finna slide, if you tryna, on bro
yeah, uh-huh, i’m playin’
alright, come on, alright (okay)

[verse]
me and backend finna slide, if you tryna catch you a body, then get in with us (get in with us)
you talkin’ ’bout that sh-t they sayin’, if you seen my bank account, you wouldn’t be givin’ a f-ck
why n-ggas wanna play on the ‘net and speak on the gang like we ain’t no k!llers or somethin’? (the f-ck?)
right now, i’m f-ckin’ an opp ho, after i’m done with the b-tch, i ain’t givin’ her nothin’ (bye)
he took off and ran and got hit with a b-tton (come here)
we ain’t locked in, why the f-ck is you callin’ me brother? (the f-ck?)
go put you a switch on the back of a 19x and that b-tch gon’ blow like b-tter (frrt, frrt)
hold it tight when you shoot ’cause that b-tch gon’ stutter (stutter)
i got a draco for a n-gga with muscles (his b-tch ass)
all he heard was, “frrt, frrt, frrt,” the n-gga ran up tryna tussle (d-mn)
told lil’ bro, catch the right face, i’ma give him 10k, now he look at this sh-t like a hustle (now he on that)
who want smoke with the gang? let us know, we’ll turn us a n-gga to truffles (turn him to weed)
top been on my mind, i’m finna go see him, somebody give me a shovel (dig his ass up)
bounced out on him, soon as the shots went off, his b-tch ass dropped his ruffles (come here, come here, his b-tch ass)
why do he keep on dissin’? (why?)
when the beef first got kicked off, he said he ain’t want no trouble (his b-tch ass)
put a m up for all of my kids, when they come in this world, they ain’t gon’ know sh-t ’bout a struggle (they not)
if you get in the field and you in the way, i’ma have big jilla to truck you (you know that)
just got booked for a pipe and you right back out (what the f-ck?), that’s weird, i cannot trust you (f-ckin’ rat)
got so many shots in this car, when we bounce on a n-gga, make his ass do the dlow shuffle (d-mn)
you think i act bad with the bl!ck, boy, this ain’t sh-t, just wait ’til you see my uncle (they know that)
they keep on sayin’ my name, ain’t sh-t else to do, so f-ck it, let’s spin through the jungle (spin that b-tch)
pull out a million in cash and flex on they ass, it ain’t no more bein’ humble (n-gga, i’m rich)
when we catch up to your ass, you better be fast, n-gga, don’t trip and don’t stumble (come here, don’t fall)
we ain’t gotta shoot no more, he closin’ his eyes, he at the end of the tunnel (n-gga, you dead)
you kissin’ that b-tch in the mouth and goin’ on dates and she let me nut on her frontal (the f-ck?)
i don’t got sh-t for the b-tch, she’ll be lucky if i go and buy her mcdonald’s
okay, diss on the gang, he won’t make it through summer (he won’t)
pull on they block and we let off a hundred (we let off, rrah, rrah)
we two cars deep, why the f-ck is he runnin’? (why the f-ck? come here)
gon’ get took down, doin’ all that stuntin’ (his b-tch ass)
sh-t got me mad, i lost lil’ brother ‘nem soon as i got my money
i’m sendin’ the b-tch for the lo’, she gon’ get smoked, f-ck you thought? i am not no dummy
i’m tryna link up with the opps, tell ’em post they block, i’ma swing through they sh-t like a monkey (i’m comin’)
he was jokin’ in interviews and then he died, now i don’t think sh-t funny
he let shh die, he was right there with me (his b-tch ass)
i am the boss, don’t no n-gga run me (you know that)
my chain, don’t try to take that from me
we went together, how the f-ck you dump me? (b-tch)
drop the lo’ right now, where you at? come bump me (come here, where you at?)
got head-tapped, now his og’s in the front seat (d-mn)
you not a k!ller, you only got one b (b-tch ass)
sh-t get wicked, we k!lled two n-ggas out one v (out one)
sneak diss me to a ho, that’s not p (that’s not)
bullets was hittin’ his body, he was actin’ like, “why me?” (d-mn)
f-ckin’ his ho, got him cryin’ like tyrese (his b-tch ass)
i will never be broke again like yb
ain’t got no pop, pourin’ tris in the hi-c
givin’ n-ggas all headshots like an id
b-tch, i really lay belt, come try me
got tapped with the drac’, now the n-gga hooked up to an iv

- vonoff1700

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