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hot tamales - solo dreec lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[verse 1: solo dreec]
it’s a hundred and one shots in this b*tch
b*tch, i’m ridin’ with a fully*auto glock, it don’t stop when it glitch
i heard that n*gga got popped and he snitched
if my n*gga got popped, we ain’t talkin’ to the cops, we gon’ spin
e, roll the window down, i’m finna get him
once you see that 22, know you finished
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til they hit me with a sentence
up the chopper, let it hit you with a sentence
that just mean the drac’ talkin’ to you n*ggas
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i k!ll him

[verse 2: grindhard e]
put my lil’ n*ggas on you, if they don’t get you, i’ma get you
p*ssy*ass n*ggas ain’t never been up on no mission
caught a n*gga in the car and left his brains on the windows
thinkin’ ’bout droppin’ a n*gga before i do it, i might be f*cked up in the mеntal
put my mask and gloves on and then hop up in the rеntal
you the type to shoot a n*gga, tell everybody that you did it
you the type to gossip ’bout it, got everybody in your business
f*cked a n*gga b*tch, he wanna beef, i guess i got him in his feelings
you the type to claim a body and you know that you ain’t did it
you the type to say you f*cked a b*tch and know that you ain’t hit it
[verse 3: solo dreec]
i’m the type to go grab the chop and find another victim
twan out the window with the glock, he screamin’, “f*ck the system”
still screamin, “free my n*gga g,” they gave him double digits
just fingered through a fifty*piece, you don’t know the feeling
only time you got a fifty*piece is when you eatin’ chicken

[verse 4: grindhard e]
only time you ever had a sack was at a football scrimmage
talkin’ ’bout you got some ‘bows, but i never seen you with ’em
talkin’ ’bout expensive clothes, but i never seen you in ’em
only time you ever had a load was washin’ clothes and washin’ dishes

[verse 5: solo dreec]
every time i ever blew my pole was on my own, you got permission
glock 23 be burnin’ n*ggas, better send ’em to the clinic
lay a n*gga down in the yard, i done turned it to a picnic
man, these n*ggas so soft, the only time they hard is a d*ck pic

[verse 6: ftos twan]
n*gga, how the f*ck you throwin’ all these shots, but you missin’?
they heard we came in the party with our poles, n*ggas distant
it’s too late, you boys can’t keep up, you n*ggas finished
you would never know the whip i’m ridin’ in, but it’s tinted
ridin’ with my glock every day, you would never catch me slippin’
i’ll fl!ck you up any day, but i ain’t into takin’ pictures
can’t believe this n*gga tryna beef ’cause i— okay
can’t believe he tryna beef ’cause i hit his big sister
b*tch, we outside, we catch him chillin’ in his ride, we gon’ fill him
draco sound fully auto while i finger*f*ck the trigger

- solo dreec lyrics

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