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letra de blow - young wiggy guzzi

[intro]
(ono)
aye, aye

[chorus: young wiggy guzzi & haji basto]
this sh-t is filled to the tip top, it’s finna blow
yeah, me and guzzi got that big drop, we finna score
don’t tell no p-ssies bout no drizzies, ’cause they wouldn’t go
tell 12 don’t ask me bout no murders, ’cause i wouldn’t know
woulda called them n-ggas like we ready, but they wouldn’t show
your b-tch keep staring at my vvs like she tryna go
and how i found out that you ran, d-mn i should’ve known it
and then i seen it in those statements that you really told it

[verse 1: young wiggy guzzi & haji basto]
you’re in the streets, turned rat to turn muslim, boy you really bogus
my team, my family, my gang, my money, that’s my only focus
this sh-t will have you out of breath, this sh-t will have you chokin’
we give it straight head taps, yeah that’s how we just smoked ’em
and i was really in the trap with all the f-ckin’ roaches
we got them glocks xd’s, yeah, that’s what we be perkin’
and i cut dutty up his block just like i dutty verses
i bring the switchy to the spot and then they bring our he-rs-s
and i be ballin’ in the courts like i be in the playoffs
every day i’m shooin’ sh-t, i never take no day offs
and my trap stay runnin’, i can’t get laid off
and if a n-gga run up on me, i’ma blow his face off
i be really in the trenches with the f-cking gang’nem
and my n-ggas got thirties with the f-cking switchies
we just tryna catch a opp and just do him filthy

we just tryna catch a opp and smoke him by the pound
you know i’m really in the trenches in the f-ckin’ ‘towns
and you know i’m with the top opp, we tryna gun some down
we tryna run a n-gga down and turn him to some loud
[chorus: young wiggy guzzi & haji basto]
this sh-t is filled to the tip top, it’s finna blow
yeah, me and guzzi got that big drop, we finna score
don’t tell no p-ssies bout no drizzies, ’cause they wouldn’t go
tell 12 don’t ask me bout no murders, ’cause i wouldn’t know
woulda called them n-ggas like we ready, but they wouldn’t show
your b-tch keep staring at my vvs like she tryna go
and how i found out that you ran, d-mn i should’ve known it
and then i seen it in those statements that you really told it

[verse 2: young wiggy guzzi]
this sh-t right here, this sh-t not tat, this sh-t is smoke
and when you catch ’em up in traffic, shoot them off the road
and i be clutching on my fire, you know the streets is cold
and please don’t ask me ’bout no goofies, that lil’ boy went rogue
i see myself inside some shorties, so i try to mold him
them boys be suspect in the hood, i was asking what you holdin’ (switchies)
and when them n-ggas give you that real sh-t, then the ones you roll with (k!llers)
one connect, he told me to stop rappin’, he said you get so rich
live my life like death before dishonour, but you n-ggas know this
they dreaming about k!llin’, you goofies got me losing focus (facts)
why hou’ ain’t pull a gun out that hat, they made him hocus pocus
and i ain’t gon’ cap, no i’m not rich, but yeah i’m getting closer

- young wiggy guzzi

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