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letra de merciless freestyle - yung flex

[verse]
f-ck all that talkin’ and sh-t
n-ggas know how i’m rockin’ and sh-t
brought a glock when i walk in this b-tch
got a chop in this b-tch and it’s built like a rocket and sh-t
if he poppin’, i’m launchin’ this b-tch
you think you ’bout it, lil’ n-gga?
your face’ll get pounded, lil’ n-gga
you got it? i doubt it, lil’ n-gga
get grounded, lil’ n-gga
you mad, and i’m countin’, lil’ n-gga
i wet him, he drownin’, lil’ n-gga
like, “grrah,” “grrah”
chopper gon’ eat his whole face up
i got that sh-t for a n-gga who fake tough
k!llin’ my opps, i can’t do sh-t but face blunts
i’m on your block with the gäng and like eight guns
shïnï gäng sh-t, they can’t do sh-t but hate us
don’t give a f-ck, your sh-t suck, n-gga, straight up
nothin’ but hits, p-ssy b-tch, get your weight up
(shïnï gäng sh-t)
all of my n-ggas sticked up, like a veteran
thirty-eight shots, you get popped out your letterman
shout out t7, you best watch your etiquette
these n-ggas soft, why the f-ck you so delicate?
i let it pop and it leave him irrelevant
i up the sh-t, he get hit and that’s definite
yoppa gon’ hit on his skull, leave it desolate
like “ugh,” “u-u-ugh”
run in your sh-t with the thirty clip
b-tch, i’m with mid pack, i’m rollin’ up dirty mid
who is this n-gga? man, we never heard of him
if he want beef, he get cooked like a burger, b-tch
up in the street with a motherf-ckin’ burner, b-tch
been told these n-ggas, “my n-ggas be murderous”
we pullin’ triggers, my n-ggas is merciless
huh? lil’ n-gga, i’m him, give a f-ck what you saying
if i’m at your door, then you best get to praying
get down on the floor, up the mop, get to spraying
i set it in stone, i ain’t motherf-ckin’ playin’, lil’ b-tch
murk you right where you layin’, lil’ b-tch
you was talkin’ your sh-t, why you shakin’? lil’ b-tch
i might tie-dye your tee, get to painting your sh-t
if you talkin’, i might get to rockin’ your sh-t
and when you on the ground, get to stompin’ your sh-t
n-ggas hating and sh-t, i’m unbothered as sh-t
in the back of my whip, gettin’ top from my b-tch
you ain’t stoppin’ this sh-t, got a glock with a switch
gotta watch who you with, n-ggas oppin’ and sh-t
n-ggas stalkin’ and sh-t, they gon’ jock on this sh-t
it’s still eighty-eight bullets for coppers and sh-t
and i’m b-tching him out, got him sobbin’ and sh-t
it’s still “f-ck all the clout,” n-ggas sloppin’ and sh-t
if he sendin’ them shots then i’m blockin’ his sh-t
if he watching, i might get to clockin’ his sh-t

- yung flex

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