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letra de skrrt & slide - yb nemy

[intro: yb nemy]
yeah… beatdrilla got this b-tch jumpin’
yb nemy in this muhf-cka
kruz savage, let’s talk to ‘em
ayy—skrrt! boom! slide out, b-tch!

[chorus: yb nemy]
skrrt & slide on a opp like a runway
glock on my hip, i don’t do what the punks say
spin through his block broad day like it’s gunplay
talkin’ that sh-t, get his dumbass slumped way (boom!)
skrrt & slide, masked up in the backseat
scope on the stick, we don’t aim where the vest be
b-tch, i’m a menace, i slide where the threats be
caught his ass lackin’, now he posted on a death tweet (haha!)

[verse 1: yb nemy]
chopper got kick, make a grown man tumble
still in the field with the steel, no fumblе
ridin’ with kruz, got drums in the bundle
opps talk loud till they block go crumblе (grrah!)
i was outside with the demons lurkin’
posted on corners, my fingers hurtin’
clutchin’ that pole when i see ‘em swervin’
hop out, unload—leave his whole hood hurtin’
all of that woofin’ online get tragic
real life come and that glock get active
pop at his dome, leave a brainless caption
we don’t do talk, just guns and action
[verse 2: kruz savage]
ayy, skrrt in the whip, two poles, no lyft
glock with a switch, make a grown b-tch twitch
tried to run fast, but the drum got grip
now his homies all cryin’, got tagged and flipped
savage, i’m known for the h-ll-raise hits
never tuck sh-t, let it bang in the mix
pull up on feet, broad day, no tricks
leave a opp faceless like photoshop pics
runnin’ from smoke? h-ll naw, we run into it
tried to slide back? whole car got ruined
i don’t do threats, i just get to the shootin’
catch me outside with the mac like i’m boomin’

[chorus: yb nemy & kruz savage]
(yb nemy)
skrrt & slide on a opp like a runway
glock on my hip, i don’t do what the punks say
spin through his block broad day like it’s gunplay
talkin’ that sh-t, get his dumbass slumped way (boom!)

(kruz savage)
skrrt & slide, masked up in the backseat
scope on the stick, we don’t aim where the vest be
i’m with nemy, b-tch, we live where the death be
opps keep dyin’, so they cryin’ in they group chat messy
[verse 3: yb nemy]
hop out, walk up—two shots to his temple
young wild n-gga with the mind of a mental
never been scared, i don’t do sentimental
bodies drop quick when the tool get essential
grew up with wolves and the rats and the jackals
learned real fast not to move like a tackle
say the wrong word, end up dead in a shackle
ain’t no remorse when we loadin’ that satchel

[outro: kruz savage]
skrrt & slide, b-tch, that’s how we livin’
every new day got a whole new victim
keep sayin’ opps, but they turn into rhythm
boom-boom-boom, now the gang got dinner

- yb nemy

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