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letra de trap or die - worldwide jp, perfect timing media group & reemo

reemoo tryna switch some
i’m tryna flip some, i told him chill out
& wait until the cheese come
bro shot a opp right in front of the old lady
told her old ass “act like she ain’t see nothing.”

i should go smack my teacher
from back in the day
who used to say that i wouldn’t be nun
qb jumpshot green, like he really start for my team, he could’ve went d1

bro could’ve went to the league
start swinging his door, chasing opps
he done f-cked up his ankles
he catching b’s, like he jump out chasing something
he could’ve played for the bengals

i gave fox news content with it
i bailеd out flamed sh-t down to the porch
i had the pеasy ass head in the back of the class
now, look point carry the torch

i pulled up horses inside of the porsche
this b-tch got a yop like megan thee stallion
it’s peasy, the p for perc sometimes
but right now i’m on x like malcolm
i put the b-ttons in the back of the strike
but i’m dogged the v6 sh-t keep barking
i used my toyota to get all them n-ggas
that’s dead the f-ck this sh-t just starting

bro got a tech his neck like a keychain
give me the drac it’s gone hang with a shoestring
bro start dumping it looked like he wu tanged
he was out on a date then we shot his boo thang

i started flaming now he getting crutched
n-gga got shot out his sb dunks
they know we clap more
smacking his head off the backboard
throw it off glass then dunk

lob city bro coming through like blake
he ain’t drunk yet?
how many shots can he take?
i’ll get you slimed out i be with the snakes
they backdoor’d him left his head in the backyard
lil’ buddy got smoked they turned him to a 8th
they was giving him train-smoke
& bro got so many jawns
he can roll up all day & chain smoke
how you beefing with us?
you better off kicking the bucket
& hanging yourself

that sh-t like suicide
you better off putting the yop to your head
& banging yourself

i’m like kd crunch time
if i don’t pull up for the j
i’ma throw the assist

& bro think he somebody grandma
he real ultimate with the switch
he’ll blow you a kiss

i think i’m somebody grandpop
swinging the door with the belt
your b-tt getting whipped

& i f-cked a opp n-gga sister
she throwing the gang up
this b-tch funny as sh-t

& we caught a brother
that n-gga ain’t laugh about sh-t
he felt fourteen shots to the mitt
& me and bro, step brothers
reemoo gone step ona opp n-gga
peasy gone step on a brick

trap or die, better learn his lesson
sit down, class in session
the opps keep dying that sh-t depressing
hoop for hire, we got opps stressing

you either gone hustle or hoop
lil bro shoot that sh-t like he went to duke
think about the guap
when there’s nothing to do
i sold a bird then pulled off in a coup
push a b-tton then off with the roof
imagine if i push a b-tton on you
real trap n-gga
i can show you what munyun can do
drug money, let me do what i want to do
drug money, buy me what ever i want
i get the work then do the a-town stomp
imagine if i ain’t have p’s for sell
i’ll sell em whole i don’t need no scale
if i die right now i’m selling p’s in h-ll
if i die right now i’m going out a legend
if i die right now lil bro gone slide
selling some bowls kept my name alive

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