Letra de 75 on 75 - Belly Gang Kushington

Ayy, turn it up a lil' bit

Uh, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy

I'm twenty-two bags in, I got like fity more

I been sellin' drugs so long my mama startin' to give up hope

It's so much crack in here, I think I need a stripper pole

Glass all around me like them Arabs at the liquor store

You break, you buy, you take it, you die

I took a pic' with 75K on 75, huh

These little niggas, they not gang in real life

They catch a case and when they get in the courtroom, they comply, hey (Damn, son)

Huh, where the fuck you find this?

Shootin' dice in the hood, I trey four Giannis

My dad ain't never been shit, I don't feel like bronny

I'm strapped up like them hoes that Druski be wantin'

Lesbian, prostitute, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me

I'm in the kitchen with a fork and a bowl and a stove, these niggas ain't cookin' with me

I'm in the street everyday, these feds is on me, the crackers be lookin' at me, they be juggin' at me

I be lettin' my uncle sell the work, but he took a lil' piece

Huh, he took a lil' crumb

I'ma cut off his arm, I'ma cut off his thumb

He lie, I'ma cut off his tongue

Trey five, I'm Kevin Durant

Can't lie, I'm one of them ones

Can't fly, I go on the run, can't fly I go on—

I'm in a black truck with the gun tucked in the seat though like I'm goin' to prom, huh

Outside trappin' in some Carhartt like I'm goin' to farm, huh

Moo cow, 2021, I had caught a couple cases, I couldn’t even get a bond

I couldn't even get around it, dropped a bag, sixty thousand

Nigga, I came up from weighin' work up in assistant housing

Nigga, I came up from bustin' fake checks, it was instant count it

Nigga, I came up from VIN switchin' whips that's impounded

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, Young Kush

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