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Frraow, frraow, frraow Baow, baow, baow (Elvis) Baow, baow, ah, ah, ah, nigga (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga 1417 Smokin' a lot of dead niggas (On bro) How the fuck you're dead, nigga? (How the fuck y'all niggas dead?) Nigga, fuck your dead mother (Nigga, fuck your dead mother) Fuck? (Baow) Fuck wrong with that, nigga? (Baow, baow) I'ma smoke his dead mother (I'm on my bullshit) Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah Oh, he thought he was safe? Like (Oh, he thought he was safe?) 'Til we got up on him (On bro) Big B gon' hop out and toss him (Baow) And Adot gon' flock him, no need for the talkin', like (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie) Bet my torch'll toast him (Baow, ayy) I don't even know why is he runnin' Nigga, he gon' get him, nigga, he gon' off him (Baow, baow, baow) Now it's back to the block, smoke dead opps Know an opp who got killed by a leg shot (Leg shot) Niggas be chattin', but don't nеver do shit (Never do) Letras de cancionesYou see mе with my G, I'ma use it, like (Baow, baow) Nigga, I go ruthless Money on his head, make 'em wanna do it (Do it) Bitch, I got them to do it, niggas really shoot shit But play with your life, you gon' lose it (On bro) Red beam on the Glock, switchy in the back Shit shoot automatic, it shoot like a [?][1:08], like We the ones makin' the mess But we shootin' that bitch, niggas stuck in they head, like We tryna get him stretched 'Cause if we see that nigga, fill him up with lead, like (Baow, baow, baow) No, you can't aim for the leg Nigga, do him the worst, hit him in the head Nigga, 'bout to make shit tragic Lotti had died from that hit at his back, shit (Lotti) Niggas tellin' me chill, I ain't havin' it 'Cause they mentionin' bro like he wasn't the backend Ten bands and I promise it's happenin' (On bro) You can't chill over here you ain't doin' the clappin' (Baow, baow, baow) Like, bro went on a hit with a MAC And he caught a hit and he almost [?][1:32] Like, I got dead niggas in this blunt Give a fuck what they say, they ain't tellin' me nothin' (They ain't tellin' me nothin') You can try to slide if you want Bet we be the ones to turn y'all into Runtz Nigga say my name [?][1:40] Like, I'm 'bout to tell him again (Against) Go get me [?][1:43], I'ma give you ten Fuck it, I'ma add an extra ten (On bro) 'Cause he mentioned my bro tryna get some clout Now I'm openin' his matha I just want them to push up, I'ma make him suffer (On bro) Think me and my gun won't touch you? (Won't what?) You think these French tips won't rush you? (Won't what?) Me and my dolie, nigga, I'll clap, like (Baow, baow, baow) But whole time, I don't have to (I don't have to) Hit on your head, I can say that it's bad for you (On bro) Oh, he thought he was safe? Like 'Til we got up on him ('Til we got up) Big B gon' hop out and toss him (Baow) And Adot gon' flock him, no need for the talkin', like (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Boogieman pop out, no hoodie (No hoodie) Bet my torch'll toast him I don't even know why is he runnin' (Ayy, nigga, why he runnin'?) Nigga, he gon' get him, nigga, he gon' off him (Nigga, he gon' off) Niggas on my dick, I'm 'bout to make it lit (Make it lit) Light that, I can say he a spliff (Ayy, ayy) Why they actin' like we ain't the ones takin' trips? Lot of niggas that died, can say they a bitch (On bro) Big opp thought he'd blick Face shot, should've been in a ditch (On bro) I don't know why niggas diss Like we ain't the ones really takin' trips (On bro, nigga) Niggas thought I was done, nigga? Nigga, no nigga Tryna catch me, tryna catch me, ooh, nigga From the, from the, nigga, from the courts Yeah, 'cause they dissin' my brother From Letras Mania