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l’a capone – freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: l’a capone]
the opps ridin’ so i got to keep the cannon up
it’s funny that he mentioned it i guess i am a nut
slash zookeeper ’cause folks is an animal
now keep up, yo b-tch we need her
only 13 watchin’ ’em put the keys up
the 45 made homie freeze up
got on, next thing you know i had to re-up
steady rollin’ up thoinks in the dutch
just a wild young n-gga i ain’t never give a f-ck
k!llas out lurkin’, got broski in the cut
bad b-tch on the left of me screamin’ “what’s up?”
all it’s goin’ take for me to get the black 8
drop rakes, jump gates, then they put the red tape
feds on our -ss, 59th ain’t safe
just a lot of young hot heads at 6-trey
free them hittas, there’s a couple of ’em left
but don’t think sh-t’s sweet ’cause you can still meet death
fix his -ss up if he need a repair
never fall for a b-tch, love don’t sleep here
got money over here, got money over there
triple stacks in my system, thoinky in the air

[verse 2: rondonumbanine]
i say 600 n-ggas, yeah we pull them triggas
yeah we going hard, we cashin’ out
otf, fto, my n-ggas we all spazzin’ out
d rose got that 30 clip
shots fired n-gga, you better dip
man l’a finnna smoke a zip
then let an opp meet the 30 clip
got a red bone with big hips
and a foreign car i just zipped
my team winnin’, ain’t no l’s
snitchk, i can’t tell
k!llin’ sh-t like fat trel
see an opp, he better bail
sendin’ shots, they show and tell
tec hit you now yo -ss nailed
steve drive, f-ck the opposite
808 got a n-gga lit
got money so it’s f-ck a b-tch
throwin’ l’s sayin’ “free sl1ck”
f-ck the jakes. i would never snitch
mac-11 hit yo face quick
stain his -ss and i hit the dip
this sh-t real, not a movie clip

[verse 3: l’a capone]
we really on kd, me, malik, and lil dee
dreads swingin in my face, black hoodie acg
the way we do hits got the cops like “geez”
stop all of that drillin, we beggin, just please
the b-tch on her knees soundin’ like she can’t breathe
feelin’ like i can’t breathe smokin’ trees out the tree
rest in peace steve, can’t believe they took bro
put it on 2-4, he was so kick-door
you already know how the street sh-t go
catch an opp, drill an opp, shotty leave him on the floor
d-thang block, n-ggas knowin’ how we rock
fat slugs like they came in a milk duds box
and if you want the cake, gotta flip those rocks
gotta hit them stains, and swindle them thots

[verse 4: rondonumbanine]
we send shots n-gga
f-ck the cops n-gga
in the field where them hittas let them glocks hit ya
we tote mops n-gga
so don’t get popped n-gga
we got mops n-gga
so don’t get mopped n-gga
’cause we some savages posted that’s with them jocks n-gga
green beam on yo head so don’t get dropped n-gga
i sold the block n-gga
steve drive f-ck the cops n-gga
we savages, we scorin’, we can’t stop n-gga
fto you a f-ck n-gga
me and l’a will drop n-ggas

- la capone lyrics

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