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letra de #rr anthem - xals!

[verse 1: summrs]
told kan, “put the gloves on, n-gga, we goin’ in, don’t drop that rod” (yeah)
my n-gga dood tweaked out on x pills ’cause he might have to send that boy (bah)
and don’t you send them lil’ flunked out n-ggas out west ‘less you want his ass go meet god (yeah)
we in that fast b-tch, in the fast lane (uh), that b-tch knew it was us, soon as she saw it (ha)
my n-gga sendin’ that drank through the e-script, knowin’ that b-tch gon’ land tomorrow (ha)
my n-ggas keep that self defense on even when you poppin’ out at the mall
in a ferrari spider on the i-10, that b-tch tryna crawl a f-ckin’ wall (skrrt, woah, what?)
ain’t none of my n-ggas hoes, we stand on all ten like we tall (yeah)
she tryna kick sh-t with the big dogs, put her ass on molly, she got lock jaw (yeah)
n-gga seent his b-tch likin’ my pics on ig, askin’ if i hit, i’m like, “nah” (nah)
just linked with my n-gga damani, he showed me a hundred, told him, “b-tch, we ball” (ball)
all my ex b-tches tell me i’m goin’ hollywood ’cause i be forwardin’ all my calls (yeah)
i’m sippin’ quavo, quavo, quavo, clutchin’ that draco, knock your ass off (gltt)
my n-gga wick clutch sticks like it’s taliban, he just walked in with a whole sawed-off (uh-huh)
b-tch keep tryna tell me she love me, lil’ b-tch, you stupid, just take your clothes off (woah)
[verse 2: kankan]
n-gga, like, hold on, n-gga know we got dracs inside this b-tch
so don’t move wrong, you could lose your life inside this b-tch
yeah, i got two phones ’cause these hoes be on my d-ck
walked in with two poles, even though these n-ggas, they ain’t on sh-t
we like the group home
hold on, two-tone
ayy, freebandz sh-t, b-tch, i feel like pluto
hold on, double r, uh, n-gga, taliban
drac’ came with a scope, uh, heard it hit his mans
hold on, twin say, “that sh-t fire as f-ck, copped that new drac'”
hold on, twin say, “when you blow that b-tch, make sure you hit his face”
hold on, twin say, i had to go and throw that b-tch away
ridin’ broad day, ain’t no witness so it ain’t no case, n-gga
hold on, twin say, caught a pj, yeah, we out the state
i’m like, “d-mn, how the f-ck i catch a case right out of state?” (d-mn)
and i caught that b-tch soon as i left la (ayy, yeah)
i ain’t have no bond, was out the second day (ha, yeah)
ayy, and f-ck the rap sh-t, all these n-ggas g-y (yeah)
ayy, big before the rap, yeah, i been paid (ha, paid)
b-tch, yeah, most of my n-ggas don’t rap, they still made a way
me and abby been locked in since the eighth grade
i say, “free lil’ will, he locked up in that cage” (free lil’ will)
off this rap sh-t, my mama bills, they paid
damani scored some drank, so we finna pour it up
and my fans say they prayin’ for me, but i don’t even give a f-ck
and n-gga, f-ck this money, n-gga, throw that sh-t up
n-gga, what you saved up, yeah, i put in my cup
these hoes can’t get saved, n-gga, they just out of luck
they say, “kan, you sound the same,” i had to change it up (ha)

- xals

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