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frank beats & rio da yung og - punk rock كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
ghetto
yeah
shoutout frank beats, man, we in this b_tch makin’ history
where we at now?
aight

[verse]
this beat hard, but i’ll rip this b_tch acapella
ask my b_tch sister, “can we f_ck?”, i am not gon’ tell her
b_tch left two weeks ago, i am not gon’ sweat her
five thousand in the louis store and i just got a sweater
last month, was f_cked up, i got myself together
rain, sleet, or snow, i’ll stand on this in any weather
punk rock with the chop, might paint my nails black
this b_tch got so much kick, almost fell back
i’m finna rock out
she walked in the bathroom, when she came out, i had my c_ck out
but i ain’t f_ck the b_tch, i just got mouth
i’m in the lamb’ truck, this b_tch screamin’ like it got a mouth
you in that small ass two_bedroom, that is not a house, that’s a tool shed
baby ghost innocent, f_ck what dude said, uh
balenciaga shirt on with some rhude pants
rap hustlin’, i been up for four days like a ‘oothead, but i don’t ‘oot soft
bro dropped a hundred shots, i got a deuce off, but i was up close
he jumped out with a guitar, sound like a drumroll
the opps dropped some sh_t harder than the rock, but they some punks though
you get it? punk rock
the caught him with his baby momma, got his son shot, aye
quick question: how many bodies do your gun got?
i’m like mj, i slam dunk the b_tch with my tongue out
molotov in the window, we just waitin’ on them to run out
everybody gettin’ shot when they come out
i ain’t drop my hardest album yet, it’s finna come out
every time lil bro see some janky sh_t, he whip his gun out, that’s his reflex
he hopped out with a stick, but not a tree branch
i got two hundred racks for a weed strand
i made a million dollars last month, your baby daddy is a weed man, you can’t compare us
this b_tch p_ssy tighter than a bear hug
i’ma shoot you in your sh_t, we not gon’ square up
p_ssy so good, after we f_ck, i lit a square up, it was that good
he rode past the house, we put a hundred in the back of it, made him hit a tree
we ain’t gon’ pop him, we gon’ kidnap his ass and make him sip some bleach
don’t like tris ’cause that sh_t taste like listerine
i gotta drink it, that’s the only drink ’round, sh_t, i’m still a fiend
yesterday, was in the big apple, now we in the beam
i got a gen5 glock, bro, i need a switchy thing
i made dog sh_t, a million dollars cash is not rich to me
just know, you gotta get through ten n_ggas just to get to me
a n_gga tried me two weeks ago, but that’s history
i gave her five hundred, f_cked her like a dog, she think she trickin’ me
i’ll be done brought a random b_tch a rollie, that’s the trick in me
sold a thousand cell phones to my vietnamese
you gotta hit him in his head if you hear him breathe
two to the head, that’s how you know he dead
we gon’ tie his ass up if he owe me bread

- frank beats rio da yung og

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