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letra de don't tread on me ii - yung cru$ade

oc
intro:
beware your flags
don’t tread on me
stealing from bags
i stay low-key
i’m the og
o3: this the o-zone
this oc’s
goin’ till owen od

verse 1:
know me? i bring godd-mn anarchy
got a f-cking problem?
though you’re scared to talk to me
bought a bunch of vodka
just kidding i copped it free
so you see that there ain’t n0body as bomb as me?
oh word, oh word? bo’s world turned into frat
burning stolen purses
churning poems, turning bo fat
perverts losing wallets
yeah i got it, boy you’re f-cking whack
cut a motherf-cker slack?
heard that, and i f-cking laughed
flows ain’t the things i stole
going very rouge
big o, it’s the f-cking bo
cutting on a throat
on the beat
scheming on a hoе
and i know she don’t know
goin’ till o’s a f-cking joke
but he won’t chokе
hook:
i don’t care at all
about balling or your drugs
and if you dare to come talk
then we’ll rob your bald ass up
hair plugs

bridge:
beware your flags
don’t tread on me
stealing from bags
i stay low-key
i’m the og
o3: this the o-zone
this oc’s
goin’ till owen od

verse 2:
lonely so my thoughts starts storming
then i hop into the benz and i start swerving
cop a cop car, kicking in his f-cking larynx
hop to my block, i’ll show you a terrorist
oh sh-t, oh sh-t, big o realize he the best
betting b-tches i can k!ll ‘em after having some s-x
oh yes, they’ll never see this coming i bet
whether or not i am a g*nius or just a kid with some stress
big bet! suppression on my gat, that’s what you get
getting all these eagle scouts to help me with the next
get up, i am fed up with the morals of your texts
god has got me oddly lost in my own f-cking head
and if god treads on me, he will be sorry
partly because he has made me an army
and if he offends my brethren, scar me
take out the glock and you make his ass gnarly
pop off shots like the tempo, i’m gone
god i’m feeling like i have to drop a bomb on the cops
these government scandals cause me to be god
the branches are blazing, watch the shambles in awe
hook:
i don’t care at all
about balling or your drugs
and if you dare to come talk
then we’ll rob your bald ass up
don’t tread

- yung cruade

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