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letra de glocks and 9s - yrn veezo

[intro: yrn veezo]
(yo, menace, what the f-ck you cookin’?)
boom, boom, boom
grrt, grrah, grrah, grrah!
yrn sh-t, b-tch
every opp shot, f-ck the other side
drilla trey, what up?

[chorus: yrn veezo]
i got glocks and 9s, we don’t play no games (boom)
run up, dumb b-tch, catch 3 to the brain (bah!)
n-ggas talk tough, but they don’t got aim
i catch me a opp, put that boy in a frame (b-tch!)
clip full of hollows, it’s rippin’ his face
if i spin through your block, better pray, better race (skrrt!)
i ain’t duckin’ no static, i’m boostin’ the rate
and i shoot like a savage, i don’t need no trace (grrah, boom!)

[verse 1: yrn veezo]
b-tch, i’m thirteen with a stick in my hoodie (grrt)
he tried to run, now his back lookin’ mushy (bah!)
you love on that thot, but she suckin’ my woody
we slide in the v and we airin’ his cousin (boom, boom!)
catch a b-tch opp? i’m shootin’ her too
i don’t care what you claim, i’m dumpin’ on you (facts!)
i came from the m, now i live in the zoo
and my gun got a beam, what the f-ck you gon’ do? (grrah!)
he froze up, now he stuck in the view
they was laughin’ before, now they missin’ the crew (b-tch!)
talk on maliq, then i’m up in it fast
put a switch on the glock, make that lil’ n-gga dash (boom!)
[verse 2: drilla trey]
it’s drilla, b-tch, and i’m down for the drill (grrah)
bro said go, so i’m shootin’ to k!ll
trey from the chi, i don’t move with no chill
i put opps in the dirt, now they bones in a field (boom!)
n-ggas be p-ssy, i see it, they frail
he got popped and he told, now he sing like adele (hah!)
i was twelve with a chop in the mail
now i’m thirteen and i’m givin’ ’em h-ll
opps keep talkin’, they all in the sky
they got wings now, sendin’ prayers to god (haha!)
we don’t do threats, we respond with a glock
and we pop out at night, we don’t care ‘bout the cops (boom, boom!)

[chorus: yrn veezo & drilla trey]
i got glocks and 9s, we don’t play no games (grrah)
run up, dumb b-tch, catch 3 to the brain (boom!)
n-ggas talk tough, but they don’t got aim
i catch me a opp, put that boy in a frame
clip full of hollows, it’s rippin’ his face
if i spin through your block, better pray, better race (skrrt!)
i ain’t duckin’ no static, i’m boostin’ the rate
and i shoot like a savage, i don’t need no trace (grrah, grrah, boom!)

[verse 3: yrn veezo & drilla trey]
(yrn veezo)
i slide with a mask and a bl!ck with extensions
shot through his t–th, now he need new dentures (boom!)
ops love talkin’, they die for attention
we hop out the whip, no words, just tension (grrah!)
(drilla trey)
we don’t do no back-and-forth on the net
we pull up in person and empty the tech (boom!)
he beggin’ and cryin’, he dyin’ in sweat
that’s what you get when you sendin’ a threat
(both)
b-tch, we demons, don’t need no crew
glocks and 9s, what the f-ck you gon’ do? (bah, bah!)
ops in the air and we smokin’ ’em too
and your b-tch gettin’ lined if she f-ck with the dudes (grrah!)
[outro: drilla trey & yrn veezo]
every opp shot, b-tch
suck my f-ckin’ d-ck
yrn sh-t, drilla trey
you get stepped on
glocks and 9s in the function
boom, boom, boom!
f-ck outta here

- yrn veezo

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