Corrección Letra Still Active (Ain’t No Rapper) par CB

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Letra

Bkay, you know

What's with the lyin, what's with the cappin?
Most man don't ride with the intent to kill
So, what's the point of the drillin?
If you ain't tryna do killings
I ain't tryna say that i've killed before
But my intent is to drill some more
Tryna put all of the opps in the morgue
So man can end this war
Pull up on, smoke man's sibling
Man done did it, had your bro in surgery
This time donnies riding 30
Opium pills, so I buck man early
Tryna remove man's head back
Don't hit lower than chest fam
Touch one of mine, you are a dead man
Dead man, dead man and I mean it
I ain't no rapper, I'm a driller that raps
It's a different meaning
I don't like to share, but these bells here
The opps can keep it
Just got a rusty wap, needs greasing
But same way, I'ma beat it
Bad on the net, real life they nervous
Weren't on nothing when I saw 'em in person

How's man got chat for the A
More than 4 blocks, felt outrage
Lebz got shaven and Gutta try back his blade
They both got put in their place, yo
How many times did I chase GH?
And Blitz done duck, duck, goose with the gauge?
Yevz too greazy, stepped on his J's
NutNut got shaved, secrets not safe
How many times they hid their wounds
You know, that's your blood on your shoes
But they still got no shame
He's 30+, tryna boost his Snapchat views
No, we don't get down irrelevant yutes
He deserved it, if we turned him zoot
Askar confused, like "Who are these yutes"
Cah Mizz got packed, and they left no clue
CeeMizz get put in my swisher
Culprit get put in my Blue's
Gucci get put in my blunt
We didn't drop Dotz, but we smoke him too
Six bells get stuffed in the spinner
The dot-dot get filled with two
The ding dong get filled with four
We head to the 5 and turned off
Catch k's get paid, what AG do
Ching ching, bow,  bow, what AG do
Turn crack into pounds, what AG do
Put opps in the ground, what AG do
Smooth Criminal, i'll take your boo
Thief in the night, we snatching souls
Just doing things, that grim reapers do
Ask the OneSide if it's not true
Two packs on the block, smoke that no Biggie
I told n***a don't be silly, trynna get m on the [?]
Finna cook this beef, ain't got no taste gonna add some chilli
Still trynna get this milli
Opps too scared cu' we're way too drilly
They ain't really on their block
Mans out 'ere trynna play duck duck goose
If not I'm trynna stack these bundles
Just got a bird trynna fly this food
Or it's a movie, please don't move
Back then it was shanks on ridgebacks
Now it's just dingers and waps, improved
Friend off an opp, we'll pack him too
Now he's thinking, "What have I got in to?"
We'll do it broadday in traffic
Like, who's next up for a packet?
Them n***as there say they're active
But we send the young boys there for practise
Jones, next up he'll slap it
Compare me and them n***as, no way
I'm a different type of savage
Put that on my parents
Trynna get rich like Roddie
Pop smoke, trynna get more bodies
Real life gunners don't talk too much
Made him drip too hard, he was trynna say sorry
Young thug, trynna get that check
Won't burden man, better show respect
MBA, trynna score three-pointers
Or young boy trynna get somebody

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