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115tri – silence 4 歌詞

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[verse]
ayy, i’m with the pack like we the lab rats, you know that i can fact that, they beefin’ on the insta chats but how is they in combat?
you know your heart is see through, my hitta’ put a hole or two
you got to runnin’ when that beam blew, apply pressure like shampoo
you wanted the beef but you duckin’ like donald
n_ggas coming for me but they just wanna holla’
b_tch i’m coming for you and its gon’ be colossal
bust his cranium then bury him like a fossil
ayy ayy
hit you in ya’ stomach you feelings
100 bands i ain’t doing no stealing
b_tch i’m off my ass why you too busy dealing
n_ggas ballin’ they higher than the f_cking ceiling
we dressed in black with drac’s and tac’s i hit with the 40 thats how i attack
i’ma keep it a rack i do sh_t with the guns
but a n_gga can still find a way to get smacked
and i’m clutching the bl!cky only for my mama
b_tch i’m going in and n_ggas want all the drama
why n_ggas been a goat and you just a llama
i ain’t never been broke all i see is comma’s
b_tch i make n_ggas cry you can call me a onion
hop on the set i ain’t doing no running
n_ggas talk all that sh_t but they all way in london
got these bands in my lap ain’t no need to be thugging
i’m cold with this sh_t like my first name was ice
b_tch i don’t take long but i do it precise
and i do it alone i don’t need no advise
now we search through ya’ house just like we some mice
he said he the hardest but turned to a gummy
they call him real i call him a flunky
i’m here for the love they here for the money
if my shooters don’t k!ll him then he getting lucky
ayy who want the smoke cause you know i’m selling it
if you asking for beef i’ma come where you dwelling at
hoe watch ya’ tone who the f_ck is you yelling at
don’t come round with guns n_gga we repelling that
we hold up sisters and brothers don’t give a f_ck bout’ the others
my n_ggas really some hunters don’t hide cause we put you under
and b_tch i’m hotter than thunder n_ggas call me a conductor
shorty you really a runner n_ggas throw him in the gutter (yeah yeah)
he think he gon’ run i don’t think so, i’m big homie b_tch i’m head huncho
back to the basic’s quando rondo
one phone call my n_ggas on go
(ayy ayy)
shots rain on the opp’s house like a spillage
p_ssy n_gga playing tryna’ f_ck up my image
hole in his head like its motherf_ckin’ drillage
we tote drac’s why you n_ggas tote vintage
n_ggas turned fake so my window’s tinted
get a n_gga lost now his t_shirt printed
aimbot n_gga they call me gifted
two shots in his heart now his b_tch ass winded
got paid some cash you know i spent it, i’m leaving n_ggas winded
this sh_t i’m finna’ end it no wonder why i’m winning

- 115tri

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