Letra de Fakin - VonOff1700

(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Alright, come on

I grew up takin' shit, flash out, I might face a bitch (I might)

This a SRT, I stomp the gas, 12 ain't gon' play with this (It's fast)

Them niggas took my brother, I can't let 'em get away with this

We in this car to kill, get out the V with all that fakin' shit (Your bitch ass)

I was tryna go on hits before I made a hit (You know that)

He had his gun and let his homie die, that boy's a major bitch (His bitch ass)

We fresh off a drill, got blood all on my hands like I was paintin' shit

After shootouts, I'd go and talk to God like, "Am I made for this?"

Last nigga dissed the gang, they found his dumb ass with his ass out (His dumb ass)

Fuck all the opps, I spin they block until I pass out ('Til I pass out)

I lost my dogs, it hurt me deep, I wanna crash out

That boy's a bitch, I see straight through him like a glass house

On the road to riches with my Glock, I took the fast route

Four months ago, I was just broke, I got a bag now

You get too close, the car start beepin' when I back out

Got hit up with a switch and he was shakin' like he lagged out

Got a short temper, play with me, I'm quick to take it there

Dead on the scene, so the hospital, he ain't make it there (Yeah, he dead)

Bounce out the V, aim at his head like I was tapin' hair

Hit his ass so many times, just pull the plug, he ain't gon' make the chair

I'm from the 'Raq, I'm blessed, we usually don't make it here

Play with the gang, your ass gon' die, you lose your face in here

Three got the wheel, gon' get us home, I got my faith in him

Got the same love for my dog, but when it's Brick, boy, I don't play 'bout him

Long live SB, don't say that name, boy, I'll spray 'bout him

Long live Mook Money, shoot broad day, I'll catch a case 'bout him

Long live Mike, bitch, I won't see another day 'bout him (You know that)

Forever tossin' for the gang, I see the opps and I'm gon' spray at them

I grew up takin' shit, flash out, I might face a bitch

This a SRT, I stomp the gas, 12 ain't gon' play with this

Them niggas took my brother, I can't let 'em get away with this

We in this car to kill, get out the V with all that fakin' shit (Your bitch ass)

I was tryna go on hits before I made a hit (For real)

He had his gun and let his homie die, that boy's a major bitch (His bitch ass)

We fresh off a drill, got blood all on my hands like I was paintin' shit

After shootouts, I'd go and talk to God like, "Am I made for this?"

(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

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