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youngbagchasers – diss the dead كلمات اغاني

[intro: yak yola]
we don’t even say go no more, we say fro
(aye, smoke got that dope)
(deno, what’s poppin’)

[verse 1: jae100]
i don’t give a f_ck about these rap n_ggas (f_ck ’em)
hondo be with shooters and all trap n_ggas (and all trap n_ggas)
really hopped out broad day and tried to clap n_ggas (tried to clap n_ggas)
and i ain’t gotta say too much, but you can ask n_ggas (i don’t)
they know what we on, we be quick to bend them blocks (bend them blocks)
all them n_ggas that be dissin’ us, they never send no shots (never send no shots)
god present on my birthday, bro just called, he wet a opp (he wet a opp)
i said “d_mn bro, give me details”, he just said he hit his top (hit a headshot)
now he a goner, ybc b_tch, we the chasers (chasers)
all these n_ggas gettin’ paper, or get close and really bang sh_t (we campin’ on them)
threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don’t gotta aim it
threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don’t gotta aim it
[verse 2: reek12hunnit & yak yola]
they keep braggin’ ’bout them pop shots (that sh_t was wack)
they know we come through and make it count (we make it count)
still rollin’ dead n_ggas, ridin’ through the city suited up (bro suited up)
bro see the bag, and get a run, she drop the fast, and get you touched (plucked)
we done dropped n_ggas, they like otf, and we them ducks (what)
they know we murder, cop b_tch tryna grab us
i told bro “no pullin’ over”, grab my mask, and then we out
we see that boy, and now he unheard of (god don’t give a f_ck)
we done got that drop, and hit his top, another murder
splash gang, stand on top, he tripped and fell, boy that sh_t over (boy that sh_t over)
hold on, wait, bro he ain’t finished (we ain’t finished)
chase him down, put two up in his top, that’s how we feelin’ (b_tch, that’s how we feelin’)
they know they can’t post up on our side, or we gon’ get ’em (we gon’ get ’em)
qriz’, i was slippin’ in that ride, we had to bl!ck ’em (we had to bl!ck ’em) (go)

[verse 3: ybcdul & yak yola]
sittin’ there, rollin’ up the dead opps (dead opps)
how the f_ck that boy still alive, he caught a headshot?
they told me “don’t diss the dead”, i’m like “i can’t stop” (i’m like why not?)
fro, buddy, snipe, all in the air, that’s three different blocks
we done bent the whole f_ckin’ west, we lookin’ for the opps (tryna find the opps)
q5 or k3 can’t make no more jump shots
i can sell a pound so fast, all dead opps (so fast)
why you flexin’ like you got cash, knowin’ you dead pop’ (what?)
[bridge ybcdul & yak yola]
bobby’s see me crackin’ heads, in the city, n_ggas know (we the chasers, go)
and we the ones that got the bags, n_ggas know (fro)
(yeah, we the ones that clap the clappers)
bobby’s see me crackin’ heads, in the city, n_ggas know
and we the ones that got the bags, n_ggas know (fro)

[verse 4: yak yola]
yeah i’m a real rapper, uh, (go), yeah i’m a real trapper (fro)
i might f_ck your b_tch, and do a drill after (what? spin)
wait, bro go on a tour, and k!ll a real rapper (spin again)
wait, left sh_t on his whip, and spin his wheel backwards (go)
we the ones that send the clappers up, we real clappers
yeah we the ones that wrap the rappers up, we real rappers (go)
lil’ bro can’t wait to let his nina bust
but we the reason n_ggas don’t chill on the 9, we come through heatin’ up (turnt it up)
i heard qrizzy caught a headshot, n_gga mir caught one to the neck
and snipe got caught up at the light, guess he ain’t make it back (no)
where the f_ck is livvy? tell him “get up with me, in the city” (get it in the city)
it ain’t no i get busy, glizzy with the swizzy and a f_nny mag (f_nny mag)
you know it’s the chasers, and been that, and b_tches still that
we known for chasin’ n_ggas down the street, and make ’em feel that (feel that)
hot sh_t, keep 80, this a glock with a mop stick, i can pop sh_t ’cause i pop sh_t (chase you down)

[outro: yak yola]
go, go spin again, we don’t even say go no more n_gga we say fro
man f_cks them, we spinin’ back to back then back then back then back
slidin’ up and let that sh_t blow
spin once then spin again, then spin again
like i said we don’t even say go no more man we screamin’ fro
givin’ n_ggas headshots all close range sh_t, it’s the chasers

- youngbagchasers

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