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letra de terror wrist - yowda & mozzy

[chorus: yowda]
this pistol here got a drum on it
i pull it out, i bet none want it
this ak got a beam
she dirty, but the b-tch so clean
this ap got a flashlight
we still shoot n-ggas in broad daylight
this twelve gauge got a clip on it
gotta aim it off, it got a kick on it

[verse 1: yowda]
i don’t f-ck with no square n-ggas, i carry glocks by the pair n-gga
mac-90 with a hair trigger, i can use this to embarr-ss n-gga
ain’t nothin’ ’bout me scared n-gga, i shoot first ’cause i don’t care n-gga
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout jackin’ me, i’ll happily dare n-ggas
hoes jock ’cause i’m a rare n-gga
bricks in the trunk, f-ck a spare n-gga
got a four-five and a glock forty
when them hoes come out they share n-ggas
i ain’t shootin’ in the air n-gga
i’m aimin’ at your hair n-gga
n-ggas solid ’til they catch a bullet
man them ten fragments will tear n-ggas
f-ck a b-tch and a b-tch n-gga
ridin’ ’round with that stick n-gga
motherf-cker got a kick n-gga
close range it’ll flip n-ggas
take a sh-ll for my sh-t n-gga
ride or die for my clique n-gga
n-ggas say they gon’ catch me slippin’
they’ll f-ck around and catch a clip n-gga

[verse 2: mozzy]
we ain’t with all of that talk or nothin’
pork chop, swat or diss you
still yellin’ f-ck the opposition
you ain’t got a biscuit you ain’t hoppin’ in it
sk done got a lot of kicking
forty pop, got a wild extension
conversate about stick talk
let’s chop it up with these choppers n-gga
had a deuce five when i was thirteen
junior high, got it dirt cheap
homie popped another homie with it
first time i seen a n-gga’s shirt bleed
said they down for that fat thang
four nick, it revolve though
caught the gang with a cinnabun
it’s some other sh-t, he took ’em all though
leezy ridin’ with that fn, he got a pole on him that’ll sing too
blood said he got a draco for like twelve hundred, i’ma need two
me and shooter gang breeze through
car doors what we eat through
car doors what we eat through
b-tch n-gga get his cheap chew

[verse 3: we-g wak]
glock forty with the thirty extension
beam on it, i ain’t doin’ much missin’
spot the opposition, chopper get to spittin’
murk the witness, ain’t no time for snitching
grip on it, it ain’t doin’ much kicking
n-ggas b-tches so they shots be missing
creep up in the kitchen while you washing dishes
is that your n-gga, you can die with him
put his -ss on ice when this fire hit him
these twin nickels have recoil
had to posture up when i fire with ’em
i slide through with that metal tin n-gga
and dump shots, now your melon split n-gga
you new n-ggas on some new sh-t
and i don’t f-ck around with all that tellin’ sh-t n-gga
coppin’ all these dracos, got a n-gga feelin’ like rambo
the b-tch came with two clips, a shoulder straps, and a box full of ammo
n-ggas talk about its on sight but i’m sliding n-gga
get a lil’ thot b-tch to find out where these n-ggas hidin’ n-gga

- yowda mozzy

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