Letra de Still Shot - Yung Sinn

(Feat. BabyDrill)

Huh, yeah, yeah, Sinn the menace

Huh, yeah, Sinn, Sinn, we gettin' it

Fuck wrong with these niggas' ass? 4L shit, nigga

Rrrt

Yeah, we pullin' up to that spot and we cleanin' shit, extermination

Finna pull up on Baby Drill, yeah, them young niggas over there killin' and takin'

Yeah, Gen5 with that ass whooping on it, this bitch leavin' shit vacant

Yeah, that Yung Sinner crazy

My twin finna get out of prison for killin' an opp, got the hood blazin'

Frrt, it do not matter the size of the foot, you better step

We settin' they block on fire, yeah, forensic couldn't classify them niggas' death

I was on that bluestone curb with Jeff

We gon' take the head off the body itself

He sent a drop, but no one was there

Huh, yeah, but we still shot

Boy, you better ask what happened to the last security, he played like a real cop

I got the legit car, but it's seven spinners behind me in the hotbox

Got a hundred guns on the way, they in stock

We gon' cut 'em out, we put the gang on the opps

We only come for bodies, we don't care if you throw salt

Yeah, my teachers taught me how to draw chalk

He jumped in the street and got shot on the sidewalk

Body bag, get 'em gone at no cost

Brain thump, tryna look at his thoughts

Is you a Forrest Gump? Why is you runnin' out?

Watch how I Ricky that boy with this pump

Why this ho keep askin' me where I'm from?

Yeah, FN chew like gum

I don't stand on no block no more, I been done

I just ate some sea moss and grabbed my gun, yeah, like a cracker

These fuck niggas get hung, yeah, Savage said keep my dagger

Hit him with that— buh, put him on that wheelchair, they couldn't keep the Sinn in them shackles

We whacked that niggas, he ain't have no welfare, he was on it way off that tackle

Yeah, we pullin' up to that spot and we cleanin' shit, extermination

Finna pull up on Baby Drill, yeah, them young niggas over there killin' and takin'

Yeah, Gen5 with that ass whooping on it, this bitch leavin' shit vacant

Yeah, that Yung Sinner crazy

My twin finna get out of prison for killin' an opp, got the hood blazin'

Frrt, it do not matter the size of the foot, you better step

We settin' they block on fire, yeah, forensic couldn't classify them niggas' death

I was on that bluestone curb with Jeff

We gon' take the head off the body itself

He sent a drop, but no one was there

Huh, yeah, but we still shot

So many shots from the Drac', make a car rock

Big boy stick, make him go say his bye-bye

5.56 make a long sleeve car stop

Huh, I'm on some other shit

Huh, can't catch the killer, I'm in the bushes, hop out the cut, get your mama hit

Brrt, I hang with them steppers, real deal stomper, name a gang ain't stepped on yet

Huh, niggas don't try, niggas don't die, they can't survive the smoke

Huh, we rockin' skis in summertime, these bitches up the score

Bank account no freeze, I got zeros, huh, plus commas, ho

Huh, ninety degrees in the A, hold up, my wrist, tuh, just made it snow

Buy the money, extra crib, this shit here could chop a hand

Pulled up with a hundred plus a fifty, fuck 'round on his man

All my opps be pussy, I know they bitches, real life been a fan

Upped the murder rate three summers straight, so tell 'em stop comparing

Yeah, we pullin' up to that spot and we cleanin' shit, extermination

Finna pull up on Baby Drill, yeah, them young niggas over there killin' and takin'

Yeah, Gen5 with that ass whooping on it, this bitch leavin' shit vacant

Yeah, that Yung Sinner crazy

My twin finna get out of prison for killin' an opp, got the hood blazin'

Frrt, it do not matter the size of the foot, you better step

We settin' they block on fire, yeah, forensic couldn't classify them niggas' death

I was on that bluestone curb with Jeff

We gon' take the head off the body itself

He sent a drop, but no one was there

Huh, yeah, but we still shot

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