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letra de outro - yung mal & lil quill

[intro: yung mal]
1’5, yeah

[verse 1: yung mal]
break down the block, throw the gun out
fishtail then i burn out
f-ckin’ this ho, my gun out
we got that bag, it’s never gon’ run out
blessed lil b-st-rd, i been through a lot
my balmains saggin’, this thirty it poke out
we them young n-ggas come straight out the pot
don’t play with that cash, i’m spinning your block
ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the case gettin’ dropped

[verse 2: lil quill]
make sure you’re locked, i got ’bout thirty hangin’ out the glock
pull up in the foreign, i let go the top
i bought a watch, it cost a house
i want that cheese like a mouse
i stuffed that sh-t right in my pouch
i want that cash and i’m talkin’ right now
and i’m rollin’ backwoods out the pound

[verse 3: yung mal]
i can’t speak on these hoes, these b-tches some letdowns
we got that work, talkin’ best in the town
sh-t get difficult in the streets, don’t drown
can’t put no trust in them folks ’cause they foul
fah-fah-fah, it’s a man down
hit the plug, 1’5, whole gang sprayin’ rounds
these n-ggas broke, got they hand out
these n-ggas go soft, like b-tches they talk
yung mal be wipin’ they nose

[verse 4: lil quill]
my neck it’s flooded with gold
i got your b-tch on the stove
got that ho whippin’ up blow
i ran up a check at the store
’cause i get them bags for the low
if mal pull up with a hundred rounds
you know that he wipin’ your nose

[verse 5: yung mal]
1’5, candler road on the coat
i ain’t rollin’ white flags, n-gga i want that smoke
we havin’ this sh-t, we don’t brag, we don’t boast
i hop in that jag, do the dash and get ghost
these n-ggas blind to the sh-t, they be lost
this sh-t didn’t come easy, young n-gga paid cost
stayed down for this sh-t, put them racks in the vault
take my l!cks like a man, now i live like a boss
young n-gga done came out that hole
yeah i do this sh-t for my bros
still up, n-gga swingin’ the door
yeah all of this dope gotta go

[verse 6: lil quill]
live from the dope hole
i put my wrist in the bowl
chasin’ this money, we ain’t chasin’ no hoes
kick the lil bitty b-tch out of the door
i know these lil n-ggas fold
so i do that dirt on my own
these lil n-ggas worser than hoes
that’s why i keep one in the nose
thirty rounds in my clip, b-tch
run up on me you can dip, b-tch
east side, we flip sh-t
1’5, zone 6 sh-t

- yung mal lil quill

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