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letra de gp - yagi b

[intro]
(prod by neasean-prod by neasean-prod by neasean)
(bando go to crazy)

[verse 1]
talkin on sh-t you ain’t doin, bro really do it just said yeah i gotta salute him
get shot if you not with the movement, 30 stick got the whole crowd moving
these n-ggas bend through the block speedin, i really bend through they block cruisin
put the gun to his top leave him, i really do this sh-t that they ain’t doin
really be livin this sh-t that i rap, if i said too much then i might be stupid but..
i really leave n-ggas clueless like, they wonder what i been doin look…
these n-ggas loosin they mind, said that thеy ran into me i ain’t do sh-t
like, frontstreet 2 at a time, grah grah grah grah grah, i’m boomin
frontstreet k man thеm n-ggas ain’t hoopin, sweeps in the spot then i’m bringin the broom in
2 guns b-tch i’m really to reckless, back of the back but i’ll still take his neckless
flash it, b-tches go look at my checklist, n-ggas broke how the f-ck is ya’ll steppin
don’t gotta go, nowhere to go, don’t got a gun is the sound of a death wish

[verse 2]
i ain’t done [?] you a bum, sha got beat there was nowhere to run
step 1 get to the funds, number 2 b-tch i stick to my gun like i’m glue
still screaming f-ck the cops, number 5 stay low in the streets i make my own rules
i get the shottas shot, and i’m doing myself i ain’t never need us in a crew
smokin on wayne like a rasta, rollin up pain thats wasca
when did you flame at a flocka, beam on a gun and you missed? boy better change that rosta
n-gga broke and he died he grabba, when i slide with this 9 who stoppin us
same sh-t just a little more popular, made bail but i still will pop you up
[verse 3]
n-ggas wasting they bullets ain’t hitting none, and i walk with my smoke cuz i really want it
in my head i was thinkin bout so much, and i told myself f-ck it like so what
let a n-gga run up he gon go up, he get beat with the grip he a no one
they just riding away they don’t know us, put the knock to your daughter it’s over
bizzy a b-tch he got cold cut, free nay benz out the spot make a b-tch n-gga fold up
i had to tell her to hold up, if not shooting shawn woulda got shot in his doughnut
yeah i’m still smoking on sharlie, and charlie, purple, and green got me moving exotic
gun on my body i just came to party, but delilah got me feelin naughty

[verse 4]
i see my opps imma cl!ck in a heartbeat, you see your opps and get shot that’s not me
and i’m smokin that gp n-gga, you see your opps and get shot that’s not me
and i’m smokin that gp n-gga, d-doa gang don’t get dumped in the lobby
and i’m smokin that gp n-gga, some-somebody tell his mommy that i’m sorry
it’s a shame i ain’t cap in my raps, imma spin through that front and the back of they pz on my dolo
on the train he got poked in his back, now i’m smoking rell balla whenever i’m feelin too lonely

[outro]
(got shot in his)

- yagi b

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