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letra de shorty wit da 40 - young pappy

[hook: young pappy]
shorty got the forty
he ready, he in his glory
he trying to catch a body and tell his homies the story
shorty got the forty
he ain’t playing no games
he tired of niggas calling him shorty, he trying to make a name

[verse]
shorty got the forty, he ridin’ round his side of town
told his big homie, he see a opp, he gon’ fire him down
they on’t see in him, they laughing they think he lying now
he ain’t never popped a pill before, but shit he tried it now
he off the pill, don’t know how he ‘posed to feel
his homie say he tweakin’, he told him he need to chill
he bound to catch a body, his homies don’t think he will
he pulled the gun out and showed ’em, like nigga this shit is real
his homie tried to take it, “like shorty you need to face it
you ain’t a k!ller, nigga, keep rapping and you gon’ make it”
pointed it at his homie like, “nah, you need to face it
b-tch, i know what i’m doing, it’s easy, that shit is basic”
look shorty in his eyes, his big homie look surprised
he knew he couldn’t stop him, lil’ shorty done made up his mind
he asked him where he got the hammer from
he said, “it’s mine, i been dying to catch me a body and now it’s time!“
but shorty couldn’t drive, he asked his homie “you gon’ ride with me?“
“i need you to drive, i don’t need you on my side with me“
he like, “shit, shorty, you with it, i’m with it too“
“i’m looking for dre, anybody with him can get it too“
but them niggas they don’t even know where dre at
he keep that ratchet, dude with that action, he don’t play that
shorty see a grey ‘lac, he like “ain’t that dre ‘lac?“
but he don’t see the face, he just see the greenbay hat
dre get to blowin’, you know i was finna say that
but shorty couldn’t up it in time, so he ain’t spray back
big homie like “shorty, where the fuck is yo a-a at?“
but shorty on the ground, so he wondering where he lay at
“d-mn shorty, the fuck, is you good? i don’t see the shot!“
“straight through my shoulder, but i’m good bro, i don’t need a doctor
take the glock, get the fuck out of here, before we end up in cuffs
call me in a hour, bro! get some shells and i don’t need a box!“
big homie shook his head, he took the hammer and ran
before he took off, he told him i’m ridin’ a hunnid gram
shorty said, “man, them niggas gotta die and i ain’t playing!“
big homie nodded his head, like “shorty, i understand“
ambulance get him, he in the hospital for a couple days
thirsty to get out, ain’t doing shit but building up his rage
he ain’t think it was gone be that long cause it was nothin’ major
but still got that nigga on his mind
no, ain’t nothing changed
he signed some papers, told him he getting released
gave him some medicine, told him to check up every week
got a ride home, see that nigga dre up there on feet
he like “ah, they think it’s sweet“
call big homie and bring like three
“dude out here on feet, where you at right now? i need the heat!“
“shit, i’m in the streets, out here rollin’ round with lil’ c.g
i hollered at keith, he told me that shot was meant for me
we ridin’ tonight, lets get to him ‘fore he get to me!“
shorty just a shorty, he be rapping, he got big dreams
finna catch a body, that lil’ nigga only 16
a d-mn shame, shorty got something to prove
because he a juvenile, he ain’t got nothing to lose
his phone ring, homie say he in the back
“did you bring that? you got the .40, i got the mac!“
he bail out the back, homie said “where you say he was at?“
“man, dude out there on feet so right now he easy to catch!“
so now they ridin’ and shorty read to k!ll something
he was off the pill when he got shot, so he ain’t feel nothing
know he tryna prove his self, his adrenanline still pumping
they ain’t finna stop him, when he see dre he still dumping
dre on the corner, he hustling, so he posted up
seen big homie car ride past, so he know what’s up
shorty like “stop and turn the car! yeah, that’s his -ss
when we hit the block, we gon’ walk up on him and whack his -ss!“

[verse 2]
but dre ain’t out there alone, he got his gun
and he ain’t finna run, he blowing, he ain’t for none
before he knew it, shorty run up on him, let off two
dre hit the ground, that made shorty smile, but he ain’t through
he walk up on him, standing over him, watching him bleed
he said, “nigga, say please!“
and before he said it, he squeezed
them sirens come, shorty running, he tryna get back
he ain’t hear the mac, he thinking: “fuck is my homie at?“
something wrong, his homie gone, he mad now
so he running, but the police done got on his -ss now
he tried to throw the hammer, they watching his every move
they caught him, now his homie ‘nem watching him on the news
his homie left him out there, niggas don’t even know
not only did he leave him, that nigga didn’t even blow
man, shorty just a shorty, he be rapping, he got big dreams
he just caught a body, that lil’ nigga only 16
no bail, no mail, he just tryna see the light
now that nigga facing 45 to life, real nigga, what’s up?

[outro]
the 40…
shorty got the forty
he ready, he in his glory
shorty got the forty
he ready, he in his glory
he finna catch a body and tell his homies the story
shorty got the forty
he ain’t playing no games
he tired of niggas calling him shorty, he trying to make a name

- young pappy

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