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letra de 600 on top - young famous

[hook: young famous]
fo’nem be poppin’ and shit
droppin’ them bodies and shit
600 on top of this shit
it ain’t no stoppin’ this shit
n-gg-s ain’t nothin’ at that
boy we got choppers and tecs
and we got glizzys and macs
and there’s 50’s in that
ain’t no messin’ with that

[verse 1: young famous]
gotta a glock with the drum
get a n-gg- on the run
catch a n-gg- like a track meet
that n-gg- don’t die
i slide to his room
i’m squeezing his iv
they knowin’ they hard
they fear me like god
my n-gg-s tote tecs
they come and pull back
young famous the sarge
my k!llas, they k!ll
and 600 my village
don’t come in my reach
my n-gg-s got mondo burgers
macs like k!ll a king
i am the champ
i’m so undefeated
my gun transformin’ to sam
with wicke from even stevens
if n-gg-s want beef
they come and see me
i feel like i’m arbys
young famous the guy
i’m permanent fly
i’m sharper than sharpies
n-gg-s that sneak diss?
a permanent target
i catch me a homi-
i wrap up the body and put it in carpet

[verse 2: 600breezy]
got a .45 with no kickback
gotta walk up and push your shit back
l’a gang, b-tch we gettin’ that
smoke your stupid -ss like a swisher pack
got more cans than a 6 pack
put this glizzy riqht to your 6 pack
put your hands up, let me get that
got magazines, any issue jack
b-tch i’m breezo, from 6-0
and we k!ll people, that’s simple
we ain’t got it all, b-tch we mental
we walk around with pistols
on the opp’s block like “where they at though?”
and we ain’t with the chitter chat hoe
ridin’ round and we got poles
tryna slide up and snatch souls
we got them choppers and shit
catchin’ them bodies and shit
fns and llamas and shit
it ain’t no stoppin’ us b-tch
slide up with rugers and shooters
we blowin’ like tubas, spread bullets like rumors
600 my n-gg-s come do you
got 30s with rulers, might blow this medusa
b-tch!

- young famous

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