
RR Freestyle Yung Beef & Rojas On The Beat (Ft. J $tash)
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[Letra de "RR Freestyle"]
[Intro: J $tash]
Woah
Gang
[Verso 1: J $tash]
I could get you knocked off for a whole pound (Whole pound)
I be with Jamaicans and [?]
AK-47, take you all down (Rah, rah)
I been sippin' lean, I need to slow down (Skrrt, skrrt)
All my niggas strapped up, you get shot (Baw, baw)
I don't fuck around with the opps (What?)
Nigga, is you stupid? I shoot at opps (Shoot at the opps)
I be with the murders chillin' with the ox
All my niggas strapped up, man, just fall back (Wow, bitch)
We're Latin Gang, killin' and we all strapped (We all strapped)
J $tash, bitch, yeah, we all back (Back, back)
And I don't fuck with you, 'cause you all rats
Snitchin' ass niggas need to go and die (Go and die)
Run up on a nigga, shoot that nigga eye
.45, let that nigga fuckin' fry
And if a nigga die, your mama will cry (Facts)
Type of shit I'm on, bitch, I lost my mind
Two, three years ago, man, it all was fine
Now I gotta get it 'cause it's all mine
Take a nigga out, we got [?]
[Intro: J $tash]
Woah
Gang
[Verso 1: J $tash]
I could get you knocked off for a whole pound (Whole pound)
I be with Jamaicans and [?]
AK-47, take you all down (Rah, rah)
I been sippin' lean, I need to slow down (Skrrt, skrrt)
All my niggas strapped up, you get shot (Baw, baw)
I don't fuck around with the opps (What?)
Nigga, is you stupid? I shoot at opps (Shoot at the opps)
I be with the murders chillin' with the ox
All my niggas strapped up, man, just fall back (Wow, bitch)
We're Latin Gang, killin' and we all strapped (We all strapped)
J $tash, bitch, yeah, we all back (Back, back)
And I don't fuck with you, 'cause you all rats
Snitchin' ass niggas need to go and die (Go and die)
Run up on a nigga, shoot that nigga eye
.45, let that nigga fuckin' fry
And if a nigga die, your mama will cry (Facts)
Type of shit I'm on, bitch, I lost my mind
Two, three years ago, man, it all was fine
Now I gotta get it 'cause it's all mine
Take a nigga out, we got [?]
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