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letra de conspiracy - ytb fatt

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[verse 1]
ss, huh, what you’re ridin’ in? a trackhawck jeep (you’ll fly too if you link up with frenchie)
every n-gga i f-ck with, they, ss
every n-gga i f-ck with, they use they feet
comin’ back in the game how i came (i’m on it)
we gon’ start by stop by the trenches
we gon’ start by cuttin’ every n-gga off that ain’t handlin’ they f-ckin’ business
i remember them places them guns got buried
i remember that them bullets [?] my head
i remember the fully frrt, frrt, frrt by my dreads
i give a man their props
that ain’t real, if he ain’t shot, should’ve been shot
that sh-t he tried, that’s all he got
i ain’t gon’ lie, i seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

[chorus]
this sh-t done got serious, i told every n-gga i love, “don’t call my phone” (they watchin’ us)
this sh-t done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (they tapped)
this sh-t got serious, i know some n-ggas locked by the phone (conspiracy)
this sh-t got serious, i know some young n-ggas that’ll really come chop off your arms
this sh-t got serious, [?] the feds behind them drones
this sh-t got serious, i know some n-ggas that’s never comin’ home
i’m finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links
i had the hood fox ‘nem on security [?] the streets

[verse 2]
’cause they know i got more checks than pickup
huh, they know i’m choppin’ right with ’em
huh, they know i got a career, if it come down to it, i’ma hit the drac’ with ’em
huh, they know i’ll never forget where i’m from, never think that i’m bigger than this sh-t
i know i ain’t got no business at the store, so i hurry up and grab my kit
huh, i ain’t the type of n-gga to take out my phone, record, and go live and sh-t
huh, i know a couple n-ggas that done broadcast this sh-t, got hit in their sh-t (smoked)
i know they catch me at this store right now, they gon’ swarm this b-tch
uh, if i see car rentals to the parkin’ lot, i left-right this switch
i’m goin’ there like tony, there’s real n-ggas lookin’ up to me, so i stand all ten by my lonely
huh, huh, i can’t disappoint ’em (ss), rose gold emeralds, pointers
i know you heard of fatt fox, huh, he make homies k!ll homies
[chorus]
this sh-t done got serious, i told every n-gga i love, “don’t call my phone” (they watchin’ us)
this sh-t done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (they tapped)
this sh-t got serious, i know some n-ggas locked by the phone (conspiracy)
this sh-t got serious, i know some young n-ggas that’ll really come chop off your arms
this sh-t got serious, [?] the feds behind them drones
this sh-t got serious, i know some n-ggas that’s never comin’ home
i’m finna upgrade all my jewelry, finna turn up my links
i had the hood fox ‘nem on security [?] the streets

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