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letra de close range - yungeen ace & fastmoney goon

[intro: yungeen ace & fastmoney goon]
is that aj?
[?]
haha, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout n-gga?
y’all know we slangin’ that sh-t n-gga
y’all know who the top don dada is n-gga
you know who the f-ck it is n-gga
aight, you better watch yourself boy
aight, hold up, wait a minute
say look bruh
ayy, reload that sh-t, come here
let me get some

[verse 1: fastmoney goon]
slidin’ through the city, we convicted felons (yeah)
stolen car, dirty n-ggas, we got dirty weapons (yeah)
them n-ggas speakin’ on trayvon, so we gon’ come and stretch him (bah)
forever pressure, when i see him, ain’t gon’ second guess it
i’m goin’ load that ar (yeah), don’t care who they are
they tweakin’ in they song (oh), but we know they play hard
i ain’t the type to bluff, get you tripped on my face card
and he shot him and he made it, boy, you better go and thank god (yeah, thank god)

[verse 2: yungeen ace]
we slidin’ ’round in them [?] (skrrt), three deep with photos (bang)
this 23, his camera shot, face is face to take photos (come here, bop)
can’t put my trust in no hoes (uh-uh), we slide around with them sticks (skrrt, skrrt, uh)
b-tch when it beep, we bring that pressure outside your house where it sick (right here)
a hundred shots, up on they block, it’s do or die (uh)
top n-gga in the city, bindin’ sh-t b-tch i’ll die (b-tch i’ll die)
over here i feel like drake with all these dracos (with all these dracos)
bussin’ n-ggas sh-t, had it first, this sh-t like halo (bang, bang, bang)
[verse 3: fastmoney goon & yungeen ace]
no don’t try to be my friend, if you ain’t tryna spin (ain’t tryna spin)
fastmoney life of millions, ’bout the dividends (dividends)
get a bag, drop a bag, we gon’ get it in (get it in)
atk swirl, we double back and spin again (oh, spin again)
we gon’ leave the block hot, let off fifty-five shots (yeah, yeah)
fifty n-ggas outside, fifty n-ggas gon’ drop
we ain’t got the lil’ yeah, but we still gon’ slide (we still gon’ slide)
you can run, you can hide, b-tch, you still gon’ drop (b-tch, you still gon’ drop, uh)

[verse 4: yungeen ace]
my n-gga tweakin’ off the body, popped the addy (popped the addy)
caught him sleepin’ with that hoe, he hopped out and let ’em have it (come here, b-tch)
[?] silly as mine, call a player, then he on it (bop, bah)
you ain’t bangin’ atk, bust his hat, he a opponent (aight, sh-t)
i got my soldier on the side, to them sticks, i know you want it (know you want it)
this freaky b-tch just tried to set me up, she know i had it on me (aight)
it turned out to be my n-gga, should’ve knew he had to f-ck me (yeah)
i looked him dead up in his eyes, i bust his sh-t, shouldn’t have ran up on me (boom, boom)

[verse 5: fastmoney goon & yungeen ace]
i been up on my body, i been livin’ wrong (i’m on my body)
i’m ’bout my business, give a f-ck ’bout what you n-ggas on (f-ck you n-ggas)
just shot my n-gga in your section, flockin’ where you wrong (i swear)
another victim on the news, he gon’ die in front his hoe (ha)
talkin’ on dracos, providin’ homicides
boys from the hood, ain’t no trey, we down to ride (we down to ride)
a little drippin’ when i cry, you see the k!ller in my eyes (k!ller in my eye)
i’ma buy my shooter a rollie, he gon’ k!ll you when it’s time
nah, nah, lil wayne, leave the block hot (block hot)
he was posted ‘front the store, then he got shot (bah, bah)
i can’t lie, i been schemin’ on the top opps (i swear)
give me the drop, i make the car the don dada (brr, haha, watch this)
[verse 6: yungeen ace]
ayy, he like soldier, what you say? i’m bangin’ k’s (sh-t, cut)
i ‘member rollin’ through that chase, i kick the door and i got paid (and i got paid)
and i be fiendin’ for them bodies and my soul was full of rage
and ain’t n0body see me lit when i was locked up in that cage, d-mn (when i was locked up in that cage, d-mn)
i rock that cartier watch, ’cause did my time by myself
how all these n-ggas on my cage, my pd didn’t f-ckin’ help (what help?)
where the prosecutors all against me, i was fightin’ for myself (what help?)
f-ck that sh-t, i slang that iron, i drop a body by myself (i drop a body by myself)
i got four wheels up on this b-tch but i ain’t rollin’ (i ain’t rollin’)
every glock that i done had, all them b-tches, they was stolen
should’ve seen the look on my mama face when i had first caught my rollie
i copped me a brand new maserati, play ‘cat, this b-tch ain’t stolen (this b-tch ain’t stolen, n-gga, haha)

[outro: yungeen ace & fastmoney goon]
haha, why i drive that b-tch like this b-tch stolen? f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? (f-ck wrong with these n-ggas, man?)
n-gga i slang iron, you could die at anytime, n-gga
get down, lay down, will knock your motherf-ckin’ face down
haha, b-tch

- yungeen ace fastmoney goon

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