letra de final day - yvngtapp
don’t try to cap to a n-gga
i see through the bullsh-t i’m factual n-gga
i got the caps for a n-gga
and i got the aim just to clap atchu n-ggas
i flip the pack on a n-gga
and i got the aim just to clap atchu n-ggas
i get to sackin a n-gga
like quarters i’m turning it back on a n-gga
pull up i’m waxin a n-gga
if he want the pressure i’m taxin that n-gga
i get to hackin a n-gga
i chop him up no gluing back to that n-gga
i take a trap from a n-gga
when she wit me she don’t go back to that n-gga
uh
i got the strap for a n-gga
just in case he wanna talk back to a n-gga
pull up on a n-gga my n-gga prince boutta spray
if he try my n-gga put the choppa to his face
n-ggas running quick me and prince we hit the race
duckin weaving like its punches no we cannot catch a case
if he want some smoke im gonna smoke em to the face
bad b-tch hit my line told me that she want a taste
take a n-gga b-tch at the bottom he gon stay
now im getting rich at the top im gonna stay
run this money up all these bands im boutta chase
n-ggas think im broke throw the money at they face
k!ll him leave his body at the bottom of a lake
erase em from existence i dont like to leave a trace
f-ck n-ggas runnin p-ssy n-gga better pray
cuz if i catch him lackin it’s gon be his final day
stealin from my brother and from me he gotta pay
n-gga snitchin lying better watch the f-ck you say
don’t try to cap to a n-gga
i see through bullsh-t im factual n-gga
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i got the caps for a n-gga
and i got the aim just to clap atchu n-ggas
uh
i flip the pack on a n-gga
i got poker face ima natural n-gga
uh
i get to sackin a n-gga
like quarters im turnin it back on a n-gga
yuh
pull up im waxin a n-gga
if he want the pressure im taxin that n-gga
uh
i get to hackin a n-gga
i chop em up no gluing back to that n-gga
i take a trap from a n-gga
when she wit me she don’t go back to that n-gga
uh
i got the strap for a n-gga
just in case he wanna talk back to a n-gga
im wit my manz
we coolin in france
we hittin the clubs and we flexin these bands
im hittin my dance
im shakin some hands
and im livin my best life im coolin wit fans
we cool like a fan
i whip through the sand
got a bad b-tch on my d-ck and she dance
she hittin the dance
she came wit her friends
she pleading to me she wan get in my pan
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