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yb nino - the realers كلمات أغنية

[intro: yb nino & jugg renz]
(trapmonsta on the f_ckin’ beat, b_tch)
yuh! (grrah!)
uh_huh (woo!)
nino!
jugg renz, what’s up slime?
(we in this b_tch for real)
they don’t know nothin’ ’bout this side, nah (h_ll nah!)
let’s get it, uh!

[chorus: yb nino]
i’ma buy two, and you gon’ spin with that chop (brrrrah!)
heard he paid thirty, but that bl!cky worth a lot
(facts)
ayy, big ice, i just flexed—sh_t, my wrists all froze (bling)
don’t check no tag, i’m in that drip straight off the load (woo!)
draco got a twin, we don’t do no one_on_ones
he talk crazy? that boy done (ha!)
racks inside my joggers, b_tch, i’m totin’ with my son (let’s go)
opps play stealthy, i play dumb
but this fn weigh a ton (boom!)

[verse 1: yb nino]
nino don’t talk—b_tch, i slide with a curse (grrah!)
.30s in the couch, f_ck a stash in a purse
all black h_llcat, tinted, ridin’ with the devil
two switches in the ride, that’s peace turnеd to pressure (pressurе!)
i’m iced out, but my heart on cold (brrr!)
he ain’t drill nothin’, he just troll
this ar sound like thunder rollin’
pop the door, get close—he foldin’ (boom boom boom!)
caught that boy lackin’ with his ho, dumb b_tch froze like a mannequin
(stupid!)
now she cryin’, but i ain’t panickin’—we leave grief, not damages (nope)
all these bands like band practice—wrap that sh_t then vanish quick (gone!)
i be on that savage sh_t, talk sl!ck? get candlelit (lit!)
[chorus: yb nino & jugg renz]
i’ma buy two, and you gon’ spin with that chop (grrah grrah!)
heard he paid thirty, but that bl!cky worth a lot (too much!)
big ice, i just flexed—sh_t, my wrists all froze (bling!)
don’t check no tag, i’m in that drip straight off the load (wooo!)
(yeah!)
draco got a twin, we don’t do no one_on_ones (nah)
he talk crazy? that boy done (boom!)
racks inside my joggers, b_tch, i’m totin’ with my son
(that’s my lil shooter—no cap)
opps play stealthy, i play dumb
but this fn weigh a ton (grrah! grrah! grrah!)

[verse 2: jugg renz]
(jugg sh_t, real stepper!)
on gang, i get surgical—mop outta sp_ce
i don’t shoot from far—i like blood on my face (blah!)
my youngin got thirty, he spin with no brakes
he don’t talk, he just draw like he practice with trace (skrrt!)
i’m not friendly, i’m not industry
i’m with demons, don’t pretend with me (nah!)
we press the issue, not sendin’ tweets
catch his ass lackin’ at the meet_and_greet (boom boom!)
racks on the table, i split it with wolves
ain’t no peace, we came with tools (nope!)
i up this fire, boy, don’t get rude
my belt cost rent, i’m breakin’ rules
(ha!)
i don’t do hugs, just hit with slugs
better duck, this ain’t no scrubs (nurse that!)
i make hoes go ghost off drugs
but still won’t show that ho no love (never!)
[chorus: yb nino & jugg renz]
i’ma buy two, and you gon’ spin with that chop (spin!)
heard he paid thirty, but that bl!cky worth a lot (dumbass!)
big ice, i just flexed—sh_t, my wrists all froze (ice tray!)
don’t check no tag, i’m in that drip straight off the load (yup!)
(haaa!)
draco got a twin, we don’t do no one_on_ones (nope)
he talk crazy? that boy done (grrah!)
racks inside my joggers, b_tch, i’m totin’ with my son (facts!)
opps play stealthy, i play dumb
but this fn weigh a ton (boom!)

[outro: yb nino & jugg renz]
(realers…yeah!)
don’t get hit tryin’ to be bold
(stupid)
ice on me but the glock on stove (hot sh_t)
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, boy
yb nino
jugg renz
(chain gang, murder lane)
we the realers, b_tch
(free smoke for whoever—boom!)

- yb nino

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