letra de grim - wawg max
[intro]
huncho you so motherf-ckin’ goated (wop, wop, wop, wop)
[verse: wawg max]
beat a n-gga block early morning, all that rap cap
catch his ass coming out that trap, push his cap back
hopping out a black kia, n-gga f-ck a scat pack
i don’t f-ck with rats either, no i don’t condone that
n-gga it’s a new season, but we still catching hats
they gave me a new reason to spin they block and double back
catch a opp and wack his ass, back in that splat we outta there
look at the opps, them b-tches mad, tell a f-ck n-gga we don’t play it fair
f-ck a n-gga i’ll k!ll sh-t, f-ck n-gga i been lit
more times i be dolo, call kshordy hit that k!ll switch
got so many glizzies i don’t which one to drill with
f-ck so many b-tches i don’t know which one to deal with
opp b-tch f-cking with me you know i’ma let my friend hit
bustin’ off them meds, activated, b-tch i’m fully focused
smoking dead n-ggas, ashtray filled with 30 roachеs
roll another wood and pop a perc, now i’m f-cking loaded
catch a n-gga lacking, choppa blast him, i’m a f-cking vulturе
i be all in traffic, pistol packing with my f-cking soldiers
terrorize they side, cause all my n-ggas from that f-cking [?]
i won’t let it slide, why b-tch cuz i don’t f-cking know ya’
creep up from behind, bow b-tch, choppa knock off his shoulder
now you on the ground, ffft, b-tch while that choppa stand over
smoke him out the pound, full of luh leeke and meechy and beva
so many dead opps think i see dede and johnjohn and busta
i’ma let em’ talk, f-ck a 40 that draco gon’ bust him
baby from the west, she f-ck the opps get that lolo’ we rush him
b-tch this off the top i’m finna stop, park that brake then i’m f-cking
why would i give up just to slip up all these bands that i’m touching, gang
[verse: la cracka]
smoking meechy, leeke, don’t mention it cuz somebody gon’ die
when they mention teki, smoke some leeke, do this for 35
n-ggas tweak on social media don’t even bring they ass outside
we ain’t snapback for these hoes, knowing d-mn well y’all be hiding
get the lolo up let’s go get in the front, no i ain’t driving
we do sh-t that they don’t do, no talking b-tch we go and slide
about bibby, 35, spazz, and mookey, masked up n-ggas dying
oh you think because i’m handsome that i’m p-ssy, b-tch come try me
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