ybn nahmir - politics lyrics
[intro: ybn nahmir]
ha
gang (gang, gang, gang, gang)
ayy
man what the f_ck? n_ggas already know what the f_ck goin’ on, man. i ain’t with none of that internet talking, man
n_ggas know where the f_ck i stay at
if it was up with n_ggas, n_ggas would’ve been blew that b_tch down
n_ggas is p_ssy, on my momma n_gga
(ayy)
if you for real, leave the internet gangster
[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
when i seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (b_tch)
n_ggas really don’t want smoke, they talking for the ‘gram (brrra)
tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (gang)
’til we hop out with them blowers, blow ’em like a fan (baow, baow, baow)
n_ggas talk that hot sh_t when i’m out of town (when i’m out of town)
but when i touch back down, none these n_ggas ’round (gang, gang)
i be talking cash sh_t, i got a bag now (b_tch)
but if a n_gga think i’m p_ssy, i’ma lay ’em down (brrra)
i’m in la f_cking all these hoes, i’m dizzy (i’m dizzy)
i’m up now, they doin’ what i say like a sensei (like a)
my sh_t hit like a n_gga hit a checkmate (ha)
and b_tches know me, i’m still bouncing out with them big k’s (brrra_bah_bah_bah)
when i’m in town, i’m on the east, and i ain’t ducking sh_t (ducking sh_t)
n_ggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (b_tch)
n_ggas make that lil’ diss but ain’t sparking sh_t (gang, gang)
boy you p_ssy and we know you stay in hoover, b_tch (brrra, brrra)
brodie told ’em drop a pin, where them n_ggas stay? (n_ggas stay)
i’m on the [1:08?] with number 5, he hit you in the face (you n_ggas, ha)
fake beefin’, well you need to put that mop up (put that mop up)
boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (grrra, grrra, grrra)
n_gga on yo’ dead homie i ain’t ran from sh_t (ran from sh_t)
if a n_gga say i did, he a lyin’ b_tch (b_tch)
beat them b_tches up, you n_ggas wasn’t stopping sh_t (stupid b_tch)
if i was there, i would’ve let off that whole clip (brrra_bah_bah_bah)
wave hoppin’, well y’all need to ride another wave (‘nother wave)
and y’all was all on my d_ck with “rubbin’ off the paint” (n_gga sick)
that sh_t dropped and a n_gga hit a 100k (b_tch)
that’s why they mad, ’cause they wanna be up in my place (in my place)
but no you can’t and i’m the one that’s f_cking b_tches now (f_cking b_tches now)
all that recordin’, yeah, you n_ggas steady snitching now (you n_ggas g_y)
keep on talking with that [?] bet he finna drown
[?] was talking they turned [?]
i say i’m good [?], let a n_gga play
so you can catch me [?]
it’s rip [?], for quay i count big [?]
these n_ggas still talking with no bullets in them ak’s
n_ggas talking until they see that black nissan
i ain’t never seen these b_tches or these peons
i broke that lil b_tch hard i can’t keep mines
i can’t go to florida, it’s like n_gga i’ll be fine
i’m goin’ to houston, know a n_gga got the mob ties
these n_ggas really only heart on ig live
i’m locked in in this h_ll, if you touch me, n_gga
these n_ggas only act hard when they n_ggas with em
shout out [?], shout out [?], them my n_ggas, n_gga
any n_gga touch [?] i’m really tripping, n_gga
touch dizzy lil’ b_tch then i’m on yo ass
and off rip i leave you in that body bag
[verse 2: g herbo]
you think just ’cause we up them m’s we ain’t shooting n_ggas
okay we on that when [?] yeah stupid n_gga
all my n_ggas earned them stripes now we too offic’
that’s yo homie he gon’ die too, what he doin’ with you
smoke a [?] thinking ’bout my brodie, n_gga know i miss
[?] you can smoke for kobe, yeah [?]
used to wake up early mornings and we on that mission
sending you rip hollow go right through a [?]
lil’ bro do a hit, you must think we kiddin’
homie ain’t no k!ller, that sh_t don’t [?]
[verse 3: daboii]
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