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letra de bout drama - yungliv

[intro]
(ooh sav you k!lled it)
yeah-yeah, go, go

[chorus]
i know he got his gun inside this b-tch is he gon’ shoot it
foenem totin’ drums in this b-tch, my shooters clueless
she kept on sayin’ she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
i can’t be commentin’ on lives, we let the opps run they lil’ movie
we don’t be claimin’ innocents, he ain’t a fact, i won’t bl!ck ’em
i told my cuz “don’t get involved”, now auntie mad we whacked the n-gga
they told me “tell the truth inside the district”, gave ’em all fifty
can’t talk on ig ’bout all the opps, i know we watch ’bout all the curtains

[verse]
i get in mode about some drums
so many up and felt them sh-lls that lil’ bro left from out that chop
all i needed was 8 shots and knock a n-gga off his rock
no nle but i be floatin’ over east with a few shots
the fn blow, thats 2 for 1, and put him down there with his partner
frrr, fan a switch for dissin’ ’bout one my little hitters
i turnt this opp b-tch to a fan, she ate my d-ck and took a picture
lil’ baby just don’t tag me in it, my baby momma be on insta
it ain’t that hard to catch a b, walk down and blast him out the image
thursday hot tomorrow we drillin’, when shh died, his gun wasn’t with him
i put that x pill in my body, then get active off the feelin’
she kept on sayin’ that she in love, bro what the f-ck, this lil b-tch trippin’
packed in the h-llcat with some thugs from over east, smokin’ on [?]
i know these n-ggas hate my net worth, doubled up since we been winnin’
they said i signed for cheap, dropped 30 on my belt, 20 on denim
the other sh-t, put it in tuck, we turned the summer into winter
broad day caught without no gun, now he a memory on insta
yeah i be singing, but the opps know how i get when i start b-tchin’
bussin’ off a cuz, rollin’ off a triple stack of mentions
real-life internet thug, he ain’t ever shoot his pistol
and if he did it wasn’t at opps, n-ggas be [?]
[chorus]
i know he got his gun inside this b-tch is he gon’ shoot it
foenem totin’ drums in this b-tch, my shooters clueless
she kept on sayin’ she in love, easily turnt her to a groupie
i can’t be commentin’ on lives, we let the opps run they lil’ movie
we don’t be claimin’ innocents, he ain’t a fact, i won’t bl!ck ’em
i told my cuz “don’t get involved”, now auntie mad we whacked the n-gga
they told me “tell the truth inside the district”, gave ’em all fifty
can’t talk on ig ’bout all the opps, i know we watch ’bout all the curtains

- yungliv

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