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letra de gangsta of the year - ytb fatt

[verse 1]
n-gga, stop the car right here
i ain’t get on xxl ’cause i was tryna win gangster of the year
when i was down bad on my ass, ’cause they ain’t stop the car, they had pushed the gear
p-ssy, you ain’t got motion, i peeped your game, you got motion once a year
tax time, i got rich and my city got mad at me
f-ck your feelings, before this sh-t, n-gga, you ain’t go half with me
i’m frontline for myself, n-gga, for the sh-t, i’ll catch a first degree
i’m frontline for hood, n-gga for this sh-t, i’ll clear the street
these n-ggas love & hip hop in this sh-t
this rapper the next rapper b-tch
i was gettin’ too nice and friendly, so i backed back and upped my f-ckin’ bl!ck
i don’t wanna link with you b-tches, i’m on some foxes only sh-t
try to set me up, i’ma take this glock and slap a b-tch, why you try that sh-t?
i ain’t gon’ lie, every young n-gga in my city gon’ shoot, they ain’t callin’ quits
all them young n-ggas rap, but i was the first to make five hundred off this sh-t
racks, all them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain’t even picture this
now when i go to the hood, it’s seventy thousand and seven dracs on me

[interlude]
n-gga, this sh-t foxes only with me, n-gga
can’t no n-gga come around me, can’t no n-gga get near me or nothin’, n-gga
i switched up all my numbers, n-gga, it’s hard to get to me
n-gga, all that type of sh-t, n-gga
n-gga, this sh-t get different, n-gga
n-gga, switches, dracs, and fast cars, n-gga
and a lot of b-tches with bbls, n-gga
yeah
[verse 2]
i just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
n-gga, this sh-t so different, only a couple n-ggas in my neighborhood
i don’t know who i can trust, foxes ready to bust, sh-t over-stood
n-gga, i heard the feds been watchin’, i gotta play it cool
brand new drac’, this sh-t came with the wood
hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, n-gga, i’d redo it
i seen a junkie sniff somethin’ so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
we put the drac’ on his ass, 7.62 hit like lighter fluid
n-gga, this sh-t so f-ckin’ hot, when you feel it, you gon’ uh, uh, uh
ain’t no n-gga help me do it, i had to get off my ass and do it
i was workin’ the block, ‘bows, and hoes, i had to f-ckin’ do it
n-gga play with my name back then, i was ready to do it
n-gga at my name on anything, i’ma get straight to it (frrt)
that’s how that sh-t sound when i cash ’em out
what you know ’bout the trappers in the city with no p’s, it’s a f-ckin’ drought?
what you know ’bout gettin’ that real call, like “i’m hoppin’ off the plane now?”
what you know about that call like they just gunned your lil’ brother down?
n-gga, i ain’t had to get that call, i was right there with him
n-gga, don’t call my phone when it happen, i’ma cash you out soon as you hit ’em (frrt)

- ytb fatt

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