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letra de send it (detroit freestyle) - yung xela

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ay, ay, yo, ay
fatal… ay… fatal, h-llo?
alright cuz

tryna check a bag, shawty, what state’s the trip in?
i don’t care about what you had, tryna count what i’m gettin’
hit a l!ck and split a bag, can’t account what i’m spendin’
n-ggas fiendin’ for that press sh-t, i told ’em go and send it

50 packs not impressive, that’s just gettin’ it
all this money on the floor, it’s a gift that you switched
f-ck it, drop the new low, half a pack get you hit
twenty thousand on a bad week, but you think that’s lit

all your work been stepped on and you sippin’ hit
at least sixteen ounces or i’m not havin’ it
got at least sixteen houses and they all havin’ weight
man, i really need two boxes, i could get it on my face

if i really need two boxes, i could get it outta state
touchdown fourteen hours, sorry for the wait
touchdown sixteen-pounder, n-ggas smoke a shake
like thе za for the taste, all thesе different flavors

mix the fatal farmz with the purple now-n-laters
we smokin’ opps, yahemi? don’t really got no feelings
this za was 80 a eighth, i don’t pop pillies
on the banshee, i don’t pop wheelies
hundred bands right out your city
i knew that you would switch ’cause you not loyal, n-gga
see the money come and go, blew a half a million
i come to reap what i sow, flyin’ past you n-ggas

ride and go 200, if i f-ck up i’ma f-ckin’ crash
ride and go 200, i’m not gon’ f-ck up, i’ma do the dash
countin’ all this money, i ain’t luck up, i just moved them packs
i ain’t pullin’ over, if it’s that, then it’s f-ckin’ that

in the trap, we goin’ global, shoutout to the internet
if the message ain’t encrypted, i might not reply to that
don’t ever tell me “send it,” that’s automatic jack
all my n-ggas lifted, no automatic jack

we upped it, then we hit him, an automatic pack
10k in the morning, call that grand rising
my neck on water like i rode poseidon
you place that order, so you know what’s inside it

my trap like amazon, they say the streets are dry
nostrum, green beam, high-tech red dot
that’s not real lean, gave him re-rock
i’ma keep my ning-ding n-gga, seem off

stay down and i’m trapped ’til this blue dream off
ten pounds of jack herer, told him it was za-za
the bag said “jokes up,” you smokin’ on that ha-ha
i ain’t foldin’ none, you want me better up a gun
they said they sent a hit, i’m outside now
i’m at least a walkin’ brick, i got like fifty thou
i really gotta watch who i’m beside now
if i died today, i knew he wouldn’t ride out

if i died today, that’s why i’m high now

tryna check a bag, shawty, what state’s the trip in?
i don’t care about what you had, tryna count what i’m gettin’
hit a l!ck and split a bag, can’t account what i’m spendin’
n-ggas fiendin’ for that press sh-t, i told ’em go and send it

50 packs not impressive, that’s just gettin’ it
all this money on the floor, it’s a gift that you switched
drop the new low, half a pack get you hit
20k on a bad week, but you think that’s lit

all your work been stepped on and you sippin’ hit
at least sixteen ounces or i’m not havin’ it
got at least sixteen houses and they all havin’ weight
man, i really need two boxes, i can get it on my face

- yung xela

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