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yommy g - play ball pt 2 lyrics

[intro: yavi dg, yommy g & goon glizz]
grrah, grrah
drilly, grrah, grrah (honcho)
d_mn, big dead game, n_gga they know my bop, grrah, grrah
drop my 8, i’ma take 6 of y’all n_ggas (mmm, nah, turn that up)
grrah, boom (young madz)
drilly

[verse 1: goon glizz]
once i get in that mode, don’t test me (like, what?)
[?] got kicked like jelly
we either walk up on feet, or we throw out the renty (grrah, grrah)
[?] on that block, when i throw, make it heavy
whole lot of opps got mixed with the [?] (like, what?)
we was crazy part one, but this is the part two
no gun on my body, i’ll spark you
better stay with your gun, that’s a smart move
f_ck you gon’ do when this g start playin’?
gun start singin’, you better get low (what?)
new g and it came with extendo
slow down the car, let mе throw out the window
whole lotta lettin’ this sh_t, likе a pistol
just for mentionin’ pop, word to bro, i’ma get you
[?] got beat, and he left with a trip too
don’t spin in a car, ’cause that sh_t’ll get flipped too
and i love my b_tches on thot sh_t
she shakin’ her hips, she totin’ this knocka
free blitz, do it proper
hit it once, after that, got to block her
goin’ up, had to switch up my roster
dreads gon’ hang out my ski like a rasta, like
dreads gon’ hang out my ski like a what?
[verse 2: yavi dg & yommy g]
on court with the g, playin’ ball with the chop
n_ggas know how i get on that block, never stop
word to bro, we the main n_ggas took off they watch
any time we done spun, we sent multiple shots
every glock got a laser, that’s multiple dots
red beam, when i spot me a ‘wok on a rock
green beam in the day, you could still see the dot
new tip, .57, bullets go through the car
when i fl!ck, better duck, like, you better dodge
on the s, with a trend, tryna catch me a car
got a 300 black out, [?] cars
like, you could run, but these bullets go far
when i’m spinnin’ with yommy, we tryna play ball
got my bro on the spot, tryna wait for that call
i say a word, then he lettin’ it off, n_gga
big g_side, no block like this

[verse 3: yommy g]
like, d_mn, word to my dead, we givin’ n_ggas h_ll (like, d_mn)
word to my dead, we givin’ n_ggas belt
them n_ggas still p_ssy, linkin’ up for help
n_ggas get shot in they sh_t, and go tell
and word to my dead, i bought some guns through zelle
i catch a sh_t with that sh_t, ‘fore i sell
n_gga got shot in his face, and he fell
(lu money?) buggin’, get away from 12
and bro better never say he feel a way
he know i’ma flock a n_gga in his face
trey pound bug, but never leave a trace
why n_ggas movin’ wocky in this place?
heard he got scapped up, ripped in his face
and he tried to troll me, just the other day, like
why is these n_ggas really tryna play?
n_ggas who ain’t did sh_t, sayin’ my name (n_gga)
n_ggas who ain’t did sh_t sayin’ my—
n_ggas tryna say for a b_tch, we expose ’em
and that backdoor sh_t really open
i had a lot of b_tches really totin’
i am not the n_gga to be loafin’
bro tryna fl!ck on they side, off emotion
like, this is not the way that n_ggas goin’
i’m startin’ to think that n_ggas really trollin’
why you goin’ on drills? you ain’t blowin’
when you steppin’ on court, ain’t no timeout
like rondo, i bring the .9 out
she said her p_ssy too good, i’ma find out
call me bro, n_ggas better come ride out
why is he talkin’ ’bout guns, like five out
and the toughest n_gga gettin’ slimed out
drilly, big g_side, no block like—
with the makk, he be throwin’ the sleeze up
with the jets, and they throwin’ the b’s up
s double m, i know they wanna be us
new opp, n_ggas still tryna team up
[outro: yommy g]
d_mn, got the 8 with me
grrah, grrah grrah
(honcho)
(young madz)

- yommy g lyrics

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