CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : M4H
How the f**k you gonna try and cut me for the same drugs that you f**king rap about
Tell me, what is that about
You can come and fight me if you want, I'm in your b*t*h's mouth
Tired of the b*t*h, so I'm finna pull her tracks all out
Said he got a check, so I robbed him, made it cancel out
Teacher said that I would never be sh*t, look who's banded now
Pull the cannon out
Take your shorty back, in fifteen minutes I'll be in and out
I ain't regress saying sh*t, b*t*h, I double down
Touch one of my boys and he finna catch a hundred rounds
Playin' with them toys, shorty f**k me cause I run the town
See him on the block in broad day, we still gon' gun him down
I hate everybody, hope that my addiction kill me sooner
Spin around his block and then we finna let go of the ruger
I be doing all that sh*t I say, he just talk on computers
Spinning lies about me, live your own life, you a f**king loser
Married to the coke, I guess that you could call me an abuser
He done crossed the line, now I'm tryna get at my accuser
Shout out to the real, f**k the fake, you is not a shooter
Smoke will give you cancer, bullet bigger than a f**king tumor
Rappers tryna get up in my lane, they get outmaneuvered
I'm hopping out the Beemer, you still pull up in a Mini Cooper
Think he really falling f**king head, but he really stupid
Shorty, she ain't heard of anything but now she on the movement
Janky motherf**kers tryna track up to my every movement
Really seeing through you motherf**kers, cause you are translucent
And if I do not get a break soon, I swear I'm gonna lose it
That boy like to sing a line, and I'm not talking 'bout acoustics
I'm pressing all these pills, b*t*h, you better watch what you're consuming
f**ked all of these campers for their racks, you need a revolution
I don't wanna squash no beef, f**k a resolution
This the real f**king trap house, b*t*h, we really boomin'
Tell me, what is that about
You can come and fight me if you want, I'm in your b*t*h's mouth
Tired of the b*t*h, so I'm finna pull her tracks all out
Said he got a check, so I robbed him, made it cancel out
Teacher said that I would never be sh*t, look who's banded now
Pull the cannon out
Take your shorty back, in fifteen minutes I'll be in and out
I ain't regress saying sh*t, b*t*h, I double down
Touch one of my boys and he finna catch a hundred rounds
Playin' with them toys, shorty f**k me cause I run the town
See him on the block in broad day, we still gon' gun him down
I hate everybody, hope that my addiction kill me sooner
Spin around his block and then we finna let go of the ruger
I be doing all that sh*t I say, he just talk on computers
Spinning lies about me, live your own life, you a f**king loser
Married to the coke, I guess that you could call me an abuser
He done crossed the line, now I'm tryna get at my accuser
Shout out to the real, f**k the fake, you is not a shooter
Smoke will give you cancer, bullet bigger than a f**king tumor
Rappers tryna get up in my lane, they get outmaneuvered
I'm hopping out the Beemer, you still pull up in a Mini Cooper
Think he really falling f**king head, but he really stupid
Shorty, she ain't heard of anything but now she on the movement
Janky motherf**kers tryna track up to my every movement
Really seeing through you motherf**kers, cause you are translucent
And if I do not get a break soon, I swear I'm gonna lose it
That boy like to sing a line, and I'm not talking 'bout acoustics
I'm pressing all these pills, b*t*h, you better watch what you're consuming
f**ked all of these campers for their racks, you need a revolution
I don't wanna squash no beef, f**k a resolution
This the real f**king trap house, b*t*h, we really boomin'
