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Shades on so I roll with the glasses
– Umbrae itaque cum specula volvunt
Bro say er cus he a savage
– Bro dicere er cus ille ferox
So many dead opps, so many ashes
– Quot mysteria subito nos circumstant, tot cineres
You ain’t catch that I can’t pass this
– Tu non capis quod hoc transire non possum
Shooters stay strapped, I don’t need mine
– Jaculatores manere accinctus, mihi non opus est
Bro put belt right to they behind
– Bro posuit balteum ius ad tergum
The way that switch brrt I know he dyin
– Via quae switch brrt scio eum mori
6-7
– 6-7
I just bipped right on the highway
– Ego iustus bipped in via
I just bipped right on the highway
– Ego iustus bipped in via
Trackhawk, mhm sitting in the driveway
– Mcmxcviii subito potrebbe pensare alla classica americanata
Pull up doot doot doo-doo doot
– Sursum trahere doot doot doot-doo doot
Doot doo-doo doo-doo doo-doo
– Doot doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Dump truck, baby shark doot doo-doo doot
– Tuber salsissimus vir vivens, infantem pistris doot doo-doo doot
I popped the perc and popped the blue
– Ego papaver perc et papaver caeruleum
I get geeked like the custys too
– Ego adepto geeked sicut cusys quoque
Say the rap but we can smack out
– Raptum esse dicunt sed sapere possumus
Pull up clean in my white tee, rollin off a honey too
– Evellere mundum in albis meis tee, etiam mel rollin
Diamonds VVS straight from Lex
– Vvs crystallini Et Lex
Pull up back-to-back matte black track
– Sursum trahere tergum-ut-retro matte nigrum semita
I just bipped a-
– Ego iustus bipped a-
Throw up D’s on that bitch like Rich Porter
– Et hoc est quod dicit esse puta Cum Rich Porter
Hurricane like bey-bey
– Procellae sicut bey-bey
Hurricane my Chris boy
– Procellae Hodie Loqui de chris
Send my shooters on a hit boy
– Mitte iaculatores meos super hit puerum
How a middle man a whole body
– Come un grande corpo
Take off [?] so I just yack
– Qua via discessit [?] ita ego iustus yack
I just did 12 inside a scat
– Ego iustus fecit 12 intus a scat
Swipe the bin and got a rack
– Tollenone bin et obtinuit eculeo
Bitch we bippin overnight
– Bitch nos bippin pernoctare
Shades on so I roll with the glasses
– Umbrae itaque cum specula volvunt
Bro say er cus he a savage
– Bro dicere er cus ille ferox
So many dead opps, so many ashes
– Quot mysteria subito nos circumstant, tot cineres
You ain’t catch that I can’t pass this
– Tu non capis quod hoc transire non possum
Shooters stay strapped, I don’t need mine
– Jaculatores manere accinctus, mihi non opus est
Bro but belt right to they behind
– Dolores sed repellendus qui eos
The way that switch brrt I know he dyin
– Via quae switch brrt scio eum mori
6-7
– 6-7
I just bent right on the highway
– Ego iustus flecti ius in via
I just bent right on the highway
– Ego iustus flecti ius in via
Trackhawk in [?] in the driveway
– In dioecesi [f.] in conducto
Pull up doot doot doo-doo doot
– Sursum trahere doot doot doot-doo doot
Feel like herb I pull up swervin
– Sentio sicut herba ego sursum trahere swervin
Pockets racked up left and right
– Loculos tormentis dextra
A brick lack get left at the light
– Un pittore sulla soglia della luce
[?] clickback we gettin that get back making that shit spin tonight
– [?] clickback nos adepto ut redire faciens quod stercore nent hac nocte
