letra de handouts - zai
verse 1:
i’m seeing all red like a sith
beggin’ for bread you n-ggas make me sick
(handouts) i ain’t asking for that sh-t
feel like vigi with yo b-tch in back of the whip
i might f-ck around make me a masterpiece
i’m matching the stats like an athlete
i get the cheese i break it down
now they mad at me
cuz’ i got talent and they cannot match wit me (f-ck)
tired of being so underground
you f-ck wit’ the gang
i’ma have problems we run a round
a dumb n-gga gon’ pull up and shoot a whole 50 round
astounding i might throw up fists knock a n-gga out im out
i’ma be 16 soon, i got big dreams
i (brr) till this sh-t dont shoot
y’all some big fiends
don’t even need a shorty i movе on my timing
i could be in books instead im focused im rhymin
vеrse 2:
switch it up i go in flip all sh-t ion give a f-ck
hit a n-gga with the chop it go durara!
desktop savin’ lives
without the music think i would’ve died
so much sh-t done happened in my life
i just f-cking happy that i’m a’ight
trippin’? you ain’t f-cking wit my vision
i ain’t f-ck with hoes they not my interest
rather spend my time up in kitchen
cheffin’, hardly walk out with no misses
outro:
(f-ck, f-ck, alright, i get that, ha-ha)
(yeah, n-gga, f-ck with a n-gga soundcloud, f-ck with a n-gga instagram)
(f-ck, n-gga, i’m tryna blow up)
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