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Letra : Don Dadas
Grrah
Bah, bah, bah
Ayy
Free that Yurda Gang
Free blood
Y'all know how we rockin'
I'm on that f**k sh*t
Real Zone 10 baby, yeah, we run sh*t
F**k n***a
(Grrah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
Body bags and toe tags, I'm on that dumb sh*t (Dumb sh*t)
Bend your block with a chop, I'm on that f**k sh*t (F**k sh*t)
F**k where you from, red rum, b*t*h, we slump sh*t (Slump sh*t)
Real Zone 10 baby, b*t*h, we hunt sh*t (Com? here)
Take him down, tak? him down, that's a headshot (Bah, bah, bah)
Get up on that boy a** close, that's a FaceTime (FaceTime)
My n***as fiendin' for them bodies, so we don't waste time (Waste time)
I'm hittin' your b*t*h from the back, grippin' her waistline (Waistline)
Lay in your bushes with a chop, we call that playtime (Grrah)
Free them shooters, free them shooters, we don't drop dimes
Reagan got dropped, two n***as died, y'all still ain't slide (What the f**k?)
Who the f**k say we be hidin'? B*t*h, we stay outside
I be cruisin' through this b*t*h with murder in my eyes
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (Homicide)
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (That n***a dead)
Yellow tape, white chalk, lil' buddy got fried (Grrah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't even look twice or that's your life, I got my blicky on me (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Turn into Sosa if he owe me, don't even tempt me, Tony (Tempt me, Tony)
7.62s left holes in dude the size of pepperonis (Nah, big holes)
Came up off Fendi, I kept hittin' the first brick he sold me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
"It ain't no smoke, you know I'm broke," that's what an opp had told me (Hit it)
It ain't no pa**in' 'til you smashin', then I click it on me (Then I hung up on that b*t*h n***a)
You know the dada from Riata born without a conscience (Without a conscience)
They don't want no problems, know we violent, dump on n***as' mamas (Dump on n***as' mamas)
F**kin' your thotty, she give sloppy, you wan' hold her hostage (You hold her hostage)
Wait 'til you sleep, she come to papi, she been in your pockets (She been in your pockets)
Me and my partners flee the scene once it's an empty cartridge
Lil' bro my artist, but he take sh*t out like bags of garbage (Bags of garbage, ayy)
Your boss is flaw, he caught a case and told, his rep is tarnished (Lame-a** n***a)
You think you T'd and I agree if that T stand for target (Lame-a** n***a)
Look like I signed before I signed because my dog barkin' (Roof)
Was in that field for real, now I'm on TV, Shannon Sharpe (Yeah, yeah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
Bah, bah, bah
Ayy
Free that Yurda Gang
Free blood
Y'all know how we rockin'
I'm on that f**k sh*t
Real Zone 10 baby, yeah, we run sh*t
F**k n***a
(Grrah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
Body bags and toe tags, I'm on that dumb sh*t (Dumb sh*t)
Bend your block with a chop, I'm on that f**k sh*t (F**k sh*t)
F**k where you from, red rum, b*t*h, we slump sh*t (Slump sh*t)
Real Zone 10 baby, b*t*h, we hunt sh*t (Com? here)
Take him down, tak? him down, that's a headshot (Bah, bah, bah)
Get up on that boy a** close, that's a FaceTime (FaceTime)
My n***as fiendin' for them bodies, so we don't waste time (Waste time)
I'm hittin' your b*t*h from the back, grippin' her waistline (Waistline)
Lay in your bushes with a chop, we call that playtime (Grrah)
Free them shooters, free them shooters, we don't drop dimes
Reagan got dropped, two n***as died, y'all still ain't slide (What the f**k?)
Who the f**k say we be hidin'? B*t*h, we stay outside
I be cruisin' through this b*t*h with murder in my eyes
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (Homicide)
That's a dead n***a, bah, another homicide (That n***a dead)
Yellow tape, white chalk, lil' buddy got fried (Grrah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me (Fifth on me)
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie (Fifty rounds)
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
Don't even look twice or that's your life, I got my blicky on me (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Turn into Sosa if he owe me, don't even tempt me, Tony (Tempt me, Tony)
7.62s left holes in dude the size of pepperonis (Nah, big holes)
Came up off Fendi, I kept hittin' the first brick he sold me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
"It ain't no smoke, you know I'm broke," that's what an opp had told me (Hit it)
It ain't no pa**in' 'til you smashin', then I click it on me (Then I hung up on that b*t*h n***a)
You know the dada from Riata born without a conscience (Without a conscience)
They don't want no problems, know we violent, dump on n***as' mamas (Dump on n***as' mamas)
F**kin' your thotty, she give sloppy, you wan' hold her hostage (You hold her hostage)
Wait 'til you sleep, she come to papi, she been in your pockets (She been in your pockets)
Me and my partners flee the scene once it's an empty cartridge
Lil' bro my artist, but he take sh*t out like bags of garbage (Bags of garbage, ayy)
Your boss is flaw, he caught a case and told, his rep is tarnished (Lame-a** n***a)
You think you T'd and I agree if that T stand for target (Lame-a** n***a)
Look like I signed before I signed because my dog barkin' (Roof)
Was in that field for real, now I'm on TV, Shannon Sharpe (Yeah, yeah)
Four killers on the private jet and we eatin' lobster (Lobster)
Double-M Yurda Gang, we them don dadas (Don dada)
Top shotta, sweep a n***a a** off your f**kin' roster (Bah, bah, bah)
Chopper go ba-ra-pa, n***a, this that heart stopper (Grrah)
I'm in the back of the Maybach, I got my fifth on me
Fifty in my jeans and fifty in my clip, lil' homie
Chase a n***a a** down with that stick, lil' homie (Come here, boy)
5.56s be rippin' through your sh*t, lil' homie (Boom, boom, boom)
