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let me talk! - relly gunz lyrics

[intro]

(jsdr)
(word to my mom it’s kris)
like yeah
like worda bro n*gga

[verse 1]
dd, notti they ain’t get to pick
one of em’ stabbed, the other one got lit
back out the g and chase him down the strip
one of em’ fell the other did a flip
i’m on the l’s, i’m posted with the rips
thot tryna’ f*ck me they ain’t heard that i’m lit
beam onna’ g tryna’ throw a whole lot
can’t name a time that i ain’t wanna spin
you not my age n*gga, get off my d*ck
when i see you, i tried to let it rip
like, don’t make me shoot at his back
coughing up blood, i see it in his spit
big ems, i’m still throwin on that dyk*
like, i can’t wait till i run into nay benz
like, oh i ain’t know that’s a b*tch
thought that’s a n*gga chillin’ with his sis
i’m tryna’ walk up on her with likе six
everybody hate me likе i’m chris
don’t bring your [?], cause’ she doing d*ck
deady off damo, i ain’t take a sip
back out the g, n*gga i could’ve tripped
n*gga jacking that b*tch, n*gga i could’ve hit
i’m smoking her mans, but she still want the blunt
she took a sip now she jackin’ she tipsy
that’s on bro they not coming to get me
i don’t talk on the dead, but i smoke poppa jiggy
throw a shot if he reach for his phone
he gon’ be tight if i up it on siri
i told brodie, like i got that feeling
push up on me, that’s a one in a million
put your life on the line bout to risk it
i threw a shot tryna’ up at his biscuit
[verse 2]
like, can he feel it
n*gga say imma flock but i didn’t
judge on my d*ck tryna’ say i was not
now y’all on d*ck tryna’ say i’m the ticket
what the f*ck, is she kidding?
tell my opps keep my name out they mentions
i tried to throw but it won’t let me fl!ck it
i left them shot while i watch through [?]
like yeah, he gon’ run from my voice when he hear it
f*ck all the opps, n*ggas be on that weird sh*t
why she throw on the beam, tryna’ see through his spirit
ldot got hit off a scooter, dragging his body they was moving [?]
say he push up on who n*gga what?
i got the g in his face like i dare him

[verse 3]
i thew a shot out that [?]
hold on wait, i think i scared him
he tryna’ dip now he screamin’ out mayday
bullets is grabbing, can’t run from this cannon
i don’t want to hit n0body else
pray to the sky that n0body is near him
me and brodie was blitzin on opps, that n*gga tripped he was yellin’ out dammit
leeky we stomped on your head, you playing dead how the f*ck is you standing?
when i spin i be comin’ for wreck, they know i’m the jet so they know imma land it
if you coming, then come in correct
or i throw a shot and have opp n*ggas dancing
and her friend tried to link me for s*x
but she f*ck with the opps like i don’t understand it
like, keep blamming
me versus you, it’s like n*gga you can’t win
i want to f*ck but she cool with my b*tch
i sent a message and put it in vanish
(like, keep blamming)
(me versus you, it’s like n*gga you can’t win)
(i’m tryna’ f*ck but she cool with my b*tch)
(i sent a message and put it in vanish)
she can’t come to the spot if she not tryna’ throw neck
like, i cl!ck this sh*t off my moped
see a opp i get hype i’m like oh yes
n*ggas tried to rob leeky, that n*gga had no bread
n*ggas say that i’m cap, but can’t merch it on no deads
when i walk with the g this sh*t look like i’m bowl legged
f*ck bout a b*tch, i might cl!ck on a loc head
i get knock in my hand and go dumb like a cokehead
[verse 4]
how they sucking my d*ck, they from brooklyn
he had a chain and a watch but i took it
i had like three in that g*lock
i tried to cl!ck, i got mad cause’ it wouldn’t
i was just chasing down bdot, worda my dead n*gga softer than pudding
he runnin’ fast it was just me and eli, he seen the bros and that boy tried to cook it

[outro]

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