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letra de draco's n' choppas - ybf k sauce

[verse]
my n-ggas ridin’ with glocks
lil bro run up on me, f-ck it
i’m ready to up it
lil n-gga i’m ready to pop
lil gang told me i never do intros
i told her “f-ck it, i wait for the drop”
but that n-gga tkay sh-t to hot
n-ggas told me my sh-t crack no pot
all my n-ggas ride with extendos
n-gga say he a k!ller, i’m ‘posed to be scared
the f-ck? lil n-gga i’m with those
and these n-ggas be rappin’ bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t on nada, they been hoes
n-gga say i’m a b-tch and he think he a gangsta
the f-ck? n-gga we must’ve switched roles
n-gga, i took his b-tch and he switched hoes
n-gga, all these n-ggas be b-tches
how the f-ck every onе of these n-ggas get switchеs
say you my what? lil b-tch you trippin’
yo big homie hit up, we dipping’
and i’m smokin’ on shh, i can’t even say it
and you slidin’ on what? you ain’t even spray it
aye domo, i think these lil n-ggas scared
i drop a bag, he get hit up by greg
late night, all blacked out, we creepin’
touch who chain, lil b-tch i’m squeezin’
they say he got hit up and nah he ain’t breathin’
he prolly gon’ run and soon as i see him
’cause you ‘member he did that sh-t the last time
mmcht, f-ck, i forgot the feds be watchin’
just forget that last rhyme
matter fact, imma take out that last line
when i pull out that glock, he a running back
n-gga i’m tryna get so high on the score
everybody forget i be totin’ straps
n-gga broke than a b-tch
if i drop a bag, he die
‘fo he even touch a rack
nowadays my ex be talkin’ bout bodies
before, she ain’t even f-ck with that
f-cked wit’ me, now she want her 100 straps
lotta these n-ggas hatin’, i’m not 50
i ain’t gettin’ hit in the eye
and i ain’t finna die unless somebody dyin’ wit’ me
and that lil n-gga tweakin’, he bringin’ the gang
then f-ck it, all my n-ggas slidin’ wit’ me
n-gga say i’m a hoe, i ain’t got it in me
and he thought i was playin’, i told him to spin
but he ain’t even wit’ it, he got dizzy
all my n-ggas get back gang
they shootin’ sh-t up if any of my n-ggas die
and every time i hit the pack
i be seein’ the opps up in heaven
why they call it high
and all my n-ggas stay wit’ a strap
but i don’t give a f-ck
’cause i know that i’m ready to die
n-gga run up on me, then he must’ve been hittin’ the weed
’cause he prolly up in the sky
too turnt gang, these n-ggas know
that i ain’t never needed no perky’s
to play wit’ that fye
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t even really slidin’
why they gotta lie
if you run up on me, then i’m sorry
’cause i know that yo’ mama love you
but you gotta die
n-gga, i don’t believe lil bro really wit’ it
if i took his b-tch, then he prolly would cry
who the f-ck want, d-mn
who the f-ck want smoke wit’ ybf
all that muhf-ckin’ runnin’
that n-gga a b-tch
i ain’t even chase him, he outta breath
n-ggas thinkin’ i’m playin’ bout all of this sh-t
i ain’t never gon’ b-tch out, i’d rather death
n-gga talk too hot, them shots start flyin’
i ain’t got no drac, i’ll pop that 9
and i’m feelin’ like f-ck it
i don’t give a f-ck about none of these n-ggas
i’m ready to spin
i know these n-ggas b-tches, they really pretend
n-ggas know i pulled up, and i’ll do it again
and before i go out like a hoe
imma let this sh-t blow
and i don’t give a f-ck if i win
let a f-ck n-gga play wit’ me
i’ll make a smoothie
how i put a f-ck n-gga up in the blend

- ybf k sauce

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