CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Category*

Lyrics from snippet 1

Cried from Burberry to my soul, ayy, throw that category

Plenty guns, plenty clips
Forty longs, lil .36
You seem hard, GTA
Foreign cars at the crib, lil' bitch
Money elastic, n***as be laughing, packing
Far behind my past and shit
Demons lacking, birds scratching
Say the wrong thing, n***a, catfish
Take off like NASA
If we got a problem, my n***as might play up my n***as
Got a good girl like Curry, a n***a get tired
Shoot all the acting at the crib, he play like we ain't signed—

Lyrics from snippet 2

They look at that slizz and we can't even scrape, they skip to state, for real
Righteous-ass VR, trap cost three, and we winning the race, for real
Fuck the casе, we gon' go on a chase
Put the foot on gas, now thеre ain't no brakes
I ain't giving no pass, get the chance to take
We just got—