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letra de red bull spiral freestyle (yg, mozzy, jay rock) - yg, jay rock & mozzy

[intro: yg, mozzy, jay rock]
smoke
smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
h-ll gang, what’s happening? ([?] ’bout it)
jay rock, what’s happening? (what it do, brother)
red bull spiral, what up? (let’s get it)

[verse 1: yg & mozzy]
ay, yg 4hunnid, i know my worth
took a break from tequila and broke all of the percs
n-ggas said i fell off i done bounced back from worst
you ever put yo mans on a shirt then in a he-rs-?
all you be is red and burgundy in the church
even the preacher knew he was a soldier for the turf, hold up
it gets worst, i think i need a perky
you ever been blamed for putting somеbody mans in the dirt?
but didn’t do it, you n-ggas sound stupid
on me take it еasy i know my resume is ruthless, ay
get yo tooth hit telling all them lies
you n-ggas funny on the internet you n-ggas plies
the devil tried to break me but i thrived
the opps tried to take me but i survived
and now, all my b-tches looking like dimes
and n-ggas rollouts looking like mine
offset the rims so you know i’m doing fine
stefon diggin’ in some sh-t from behind
i’m really that gangsta you n-ggas rap about
i keep fire on me, i’m with the clap it out
i grew up off suge knight, playing cat and mouse
to weird disrespectful n-ggas from outta town
they like yg tripping, why is he doing it now
my head full, i’m off this red bull, i’m tryna shoot it out
i think i’m crashing out
i think i’m crashing out (uh)
i think i’m crashing out
they like yg trippin why is he doing it now
my head full, i’m off this red bull, i think i’m crashing out
[interlude: mozzy & yg]
yeah
i hear you gang ([?] gang)
mozzy what’s up ([?] trippin’, woo)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: mozzy, yg, jay rock]
it’s still pebbles or nothin’
f-ck the law, run, tell ‘em we thuggin’
he on retainer i got felony money
throw a sh-ll if you love me
fell off took a l it was ugly
bounce back, now the bezel is bussy
big bezel he chunky
one up top, heavy metal i’m bustin’
they don’t label me a fella for nothin’
i ain’t tellin’ for nothin’
keep it stitch, that’s the code of the clique
heard a snitch n-gga told on a snitch
yeah you know how it is
f-ck ‘em both, blood, you know how it get
slap a newkie pair of toes on the whip
i just broke on a b-tch
nah for real doe, i’m ‘posed to be rich
‘posed to have a couple million in my checking legit
i went xrp on ‘em nothin’ less than a nick
add up all the automotives nothin’ less than a tick (h-llo)
being a real one won’t allow me to flex on my [?]
when he was naked i invested in sigs
membership since a kid (suwoop)
blood thirsty tryna get him a lid
like i’m telling you on god, b-tch i know where he live
kick the cup, picked it up, i’m back sober again
got me p-ssin’ for the rollers again
quit showin’ your hands
make the news quit showin’ ya mans
cause when they blitz it’s gon be him on the stand
they don’t get what i’m sayin’
fresh out, gotta 10 when you land
real joints ain’t no b-tch in this clan
c-ck it back if it jam
no respect for lil bruh cause he ran
straight to 4th n-ggas said i was banned
like you gotta be playin’
all that trollin’ n-ggas gotta be fans
don’t love nothin’ but this glock in my pants (sheesh, look)
[verse 3: jay rock & yg]
a brick a blow a have a n-gga rich or poor
or you sniffing or you pitching do we really need to know? (yeah)
you getting chicken or tricking its yo business, yeah we know
but soon as hit the net, everybody got a show, hol’ up
gotta move with intention, gotta move round them collisions
don’t let ’em put a stop to ya engine, n-gga
i’m still searching for purpose i’m on this mission
in the belly of the beast, navigating through the system, n-gga
it’s a puzzle tryna decipher my riddles
yo world is what you make it, keep your circle kinda little, n-gga
and when you aim, straight to the dome with it
cold with it, keep a b-tch bad to bone gristle
if you see this middle finger, i don’t f-ck with you
snakes used to have feet, that’s why i got trust issues
maintaining, lane changing, and i’m still swerving
a1 yola in this b-tch and i’m still servin’
eastside johnny look i’m just og’n
the flow od’n, icy hot through the four seasons
slow bleed ’em, still wiggling with this old nina
f-ck what you throwing up, i’ll blow off all yo fingers (hah)
im’a top dawg sitting low, and i’m slow leaning
presidential tint on the bent and you don’t be him
i’m blowing buds i’m thinking on how it was
we was putting sh-t together when n-ggas ain’t have a plug
on bloods
then reality starts to set in
real n-ggas don’t get it in, they just give us the dead end
f-cked around i just stepped in, and kicked the door down
everything full circle, catch it before it go round
yeah, the goal of this sh-t is to get the cheddar
nothin’ better then some new mozzarella on top of extras
still on the gas and i ain’t using my brakes
cuttin’ corners, hook slidin’, i ain’t losin’ the race, n-gga
[outro: jay rock, yg & jay rock, mozzy, yg]
yeah, yeah, yeah
know what i’m saying?
and if it’s all bad, i ain’t pleading my case
my right to remain silent, get the f-ck out my face, n-gga, eastside
red bull spiral, what’s happening, gangland

- yg jay rock mozzy

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