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(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) (TP, baby) Ayy Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three shots and bagged him up Ayy, you remember on that day, I shot so fast the fifty bust? No, you can't be the gang, you know it's hard for us to gain some trust You wanna be the gang, you gotta sacrifice your life to us Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare Think my shooters, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair Now put a cap up on my head, no, I can't never go out bare Think my shooters, they went deaf or somethin', 'cause all he do is stare My name spread like the coronavirus, Shiesty in the air Kick the bitch up out the spot, I caught her tryna leave her hair Letras de cancionesNiggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit Hoppin' out soon as dark, I been trappin' all through the day Shooters ready to spark, waitin' on they moment to spray Calmly burnin' these 'Woods, I been smokin' Runtz to the face Styrofoam full of mud, my double cup Moochie Grape Free my niggas from jail, if not, they might escape Trafficking through the mail, make sure mine come double-taped Pockets almost obese, I ain't tryna get 'em in shape Might pop out in the hood, I'm familiar with all the J's Slimin' shit every day, bitch, we come from catchin' them plays Catch his ass down bad, I'ma get him up out the way Hit for like thirty-five, caught him poppin' shit in the A Told him don't make a move, it's like sixty up in this Drac' Niggas come around me actin' gangster, I ain't buyin' that He tried to run off, I dumped the Draco where his spine at 7.62 god, I got that name because I'm firin' that Rep we lit for life, post on the block, this where I'm dyin' at If I shoot my gun, three hundred shots gon' come behind it And if I ever ran, the police probably was behind me Bendin' corners, jumpin' fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit Lil' bitty bitch, brr We gon' do a... on a nigga, ayy Sixty shots up in this chop, tryna hit thirty, nigga, ayy I'm Big Shiesty, I get dirty with you Brr From Letras Mania