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letra de $teppas - young $age

[intro]
walk up—f-ck n-gga, blow his top off
motherf-ckers don’t wanna see sage in the chop shop
n-ggas talkin’ too much—we shoot him in his matta
all you n-ggas suck! now i’m finna pop off
[verse 1]
you don’t really wanna get into it
look at the way that i’m movin’, you can tell that i rock sh-t
i ain’t had to spit like this
since the last time i dropped pop sh-t
your son’s a bum, he plays with guns for fun
n-gga, run, ‘cause here i come—45 triggers
hollow tips burn like the sun when they hit ya
ice on my neck so cold, i get shivers
n-ggas not f-ckin’ with me, that’s on the four
you not f-ckin’ with the og’s, i’m talkin’ ghost
feelin’ the rhythm of the beat from head to toe
ain’t no competition in the o
[verse 2]
face it—you n-ggas basic, when bass hit
young sage not a motherf-cker you can play wit’
cake b-tch—you sweet like a pastry
see through the bullsh-t—like the matrix
red pill or blue pill, it don’t matter
like a pastor, gotta teach all you b-st-rds
walk up, you get tossed up, call for backup
ayy, zeno, these n-ggas sweet—put your mask up
f-ck n-ggas talkin’, we finna get busy
don’t say you gang if you not f-ckin’ wit’ me
cap automatic, you talkin’ too semi
send you to zeno, that n-gga get busy
[verse 3] (anime / rage bars)
that .223’ll make a n-gga lose focus
hit you with that full counter—meliodas
this .45 do n-ggas dirty and bogus
now n-ggas disappearin’—hocus pocus
someone call a doctor—my n-ggas do walk-ups
doctor, will he survive? that’s a toss-up
shoulda never been playin’ on the internet
bet his stupid ass ain’t know we do pop-ups
closed casket—you can’t see his body
and i f-cked his b-tch, ‘cause that hoe a thotty
i say all of this so you remember, godly—
i’m a demigod, in a different body

- young age

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