CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Untitled 7
Spare No-1
Giggs (Alright)
It's nothing anymore
Kyze in the building (Alright)
We're not even gonna go that hard, f**k
(Al-alright, get busy y'all)
I'm just going to relax (Alright)
Serious (Alright)
Free Young Giggs (Alright)
You're not on it, you get me? (Alright)
It's nothing (Alright, get busy y'all)
SN1 (Free [?])
(Al-alright)
What you talking about? I always come some flops (Al-alright)
n***as know any beat I'm on, I have to f**king batter (For real)
I'm getting dirty like an everyday ghetto slapper (Slapper)
You bring your stick, I bring my stick, and we can rat-ah-ta-ta (Rat-ah-tat)
I got the pumpy with the nose barrel bigger than Shabba (Al-alright)
I just walked out them prison gates heading straight to the dirty (Dirty)
'Cause I ain't going back to jail, them feds will have to murk me (For real)
Blud, I'm willing to squeeze
Clap til I fall to my knees
I'm not just talking 'bout the feds, that's anyone giving me grief
Wifey don't understand why I'm always drawing my weapon
I've no love for these streets, like I suffer postnatal depression
I have to keep making examples, n***as keep forgetting (What?)
How they were hollering and screaming when the bullet went in (Alright-right, for real)
n***as start thinking they're superman 'cause they got a gat (Alright, gat)
I'm being real cuz, I'm telling you it's not that (Al-alright, that)
n***as can roll up on your strip and push your cap back (Cap)
The feds will find your body twist up in a black bag
Giggs (Alright)
It's nothing anymore
Kyze in the building (Alright)
We're not even gonna go that hard, f**k
(Al-alright, get busy y'all)
I'm just going to relax (Alright)
Serious (Alright)
Free Young Giggs (Alright)
You're not on it, you get me? (Alright)
It's nothing (Alright, get busy y'all)
SN1 (Free [?])
(Al-alright)
What you talking about? I always come some flops (Al-alright)
n***as know any beat I'm on, I have to f**king batter (For real)
I'm getting dirty like an everyday ghetto slapper (Slapper)
You bring your stick, I bring my stick, and we can rat-ah-ta-ta (Rat-ah-tat)
I got the pumpy with the nose barrel bigger than Shabba (Al-alright)
I just walked out them prison gates heading straight to the dirty (Dirty)
'Cause I ain't going back to jail, them feds will have to murk me (For real)
Blud, I'm willing to squeeze
Clap til I fall to my knees
I'm not just talking 'bout the feds, that's anyone giving me grief
Wifey don't understand why I'm always drawing my weapon
I've no love for these streets, like I suffer postnatal depression
I have to keep making examples, n***as keep forgetting (What?)
How they were hollering and screaming when the bullet went in (Alright-right, for real)
n***as start thinking they're superman 'cause they got a gat (Alright, gat)
I'm being real cuz, I'm telling you it's not that (Al-alright, that)
n***as can roll up on your strip and push your cap back (Cap)
The feds will find your body twist up in a black bag
