Letra de Crucifix - Lil Seeto

(Seeto, baby!)

Yeah it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated

I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating

Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick

Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

F-F-Fuck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell

And it's fuck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in hell (rotting down in hell)

Had to beat your ass once, and I'ma do it again

I don't know how I'm finna do it if you ain't spinning that Benz

.33 in my jeans, I feel like Kobe up in '96

5 bullets hit him, so then I left him on a crucifix

Never dumped a clip, cause when I shoot bitch I never miss

Stripped you off your gold, you bought it back, you a fucking bitch

Ayy, ayy, .556 knock your lights out

Known to get it poppin' up any second, we don't fight now

Typing on the net, but now he's dead, he can't type now

Known to get it poppin' up any second, we don't fight now

Yeah it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated

I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating

Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick

Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

Pull up on the side, got the yiki if he talk tough

Cookies in my wood, big exotic, we don't smoke puffs

Wock I just poured off, and I mix it with the sprite

Yeah I give your bitch the pipe, then I'm turning off the lights

Bitch say goodbye, I don't ever say goodnight

Yeah, what I do is wrong, yeah, I never been right

Fucking with the side that you never even slid for

You talking about your time up in the city, bitch I did more

Wocky in my bag, and if you ask, yes I did pour

How much? Not a two, this a whole four

Diamonds O, bustdown on my neck bitch

Quarter pound cuban, I got three on my neck bitch

Politics, yeah I'm never for the politics

Pull up on side and drop the window, I'ma stalk the bitch

Never let it go, if it's up there, it's stuck there

Bringing up your city, when there's never any funk there

Fuck the crew, fuck your gang and your dead guys

Fuck D03, yeah, his brother in the damn sky

Talking like you're tough, you get blown like a damn fly (You get blown like a damn fly)

(Seeto, baby!)

Yeah it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated

I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating

Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick

Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick

F-F-Fuck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell

And it's fuck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in hell (rotting down in hell)

Had to beat your ass once, and I'ma do it again

I don't know how I'm finna do it if you ain't spinning that Benz

.33 in my jeans, I feel like Kobe up in '96

5 bullets hit him, so then I left him on a cruci-

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