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letra de activities of the 2100 - yung armaniii

[chorus]
tay just told me the opps outside
that’s crazy, we just about to slide
i don’t trust these p-ssy ass hoes no more, they fake and they tell lies
we popped out on the opps, said surprise
he dissed on the net so now he in the sky
caught em lacking, now he wanna cry
he said twenty-one k, he wanna compromise
diss on the gang, now that’s suicide
had a drac, to his head, looked terrified
pop a rp, now i’m sky high
never squealed, all that sh-t classified
talking on tray, gon’ be a homicide
aj crashed the car, ain’t have nationwide
new bmw, gotta new ride
bullets gon’ blow, call it carbon dioxide

[verse]
say “i’m cheating on my girl”, what you talking bout?
glocks got him surrounded, we get them out
getting money, next step, get a bigger house
opps on my block, we get to flocking now
call us nardo wick, we get to poppin out
diss on my gang, find your house and we air it out
my brother got k!lled, we spun like a roundabout
sending shots and draco had layed him out
my cousin died, couldn’t stop popping these beans
no fabuloso, just sipping my lean
new red whip, ain’t no lighting mcqueen
fgs got a disease that ain’t got no vaccine
y’all all dead, for dissing through the screen
glock send people up, it’s a trampoline
banging the blue, i don’t f-ck with the green
i don’t play with b-tches, do not leave me on seen
bought a new ar, i got a present
shoot opps on a daily, ain’t give me no rent
y’all like to slide, my lo been sent
got lost in the store, i don’t know where he went
last fg dead, i’m smoking on brent
you know we perform any chance that we get
when i up this flame, it’s finna be lit
call up nu, and you finna get hit
put a hole in his face, that’s a froot loop
two hundred and twenty-three, that’s a new coupe
chickens in that hoe, that’s a new coop
dropped his body because it was hot, now i’m making bars like snoop
(it’s armani b-tch)
(you see how i’m coming)
[chorus]
tay just told me the opps outside
that’s crazy, we just about to slide
i don’t trust these p-ssy ass hoes no more, they fake and they tell lies
we popped out on the opps, said surprise
he dissed on the net so now he in the sky
caught em lacking, now he wanna cry
he said twenty-one k, he wanna compromise
diss on the gang, now that’s suicide
had a drac, to his head, looked terrified
pop a rp, now i’m sky high
never squealed, all that sh-t classified
talking on tray, gon’ be a homicide
aj crashed the car, ain’t have nationwide
new bmw, gotta new ride
bullets gon’ blow, call it carbon dioxide

- yung armaniii

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