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youngbagchasers - life alert lyrics

[intro]
(hey vinny, vinny? vinny bag of donuts, how hard is it)
(oj, i don’t think they ready for this one)
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n_ggas)

[verse 1: jae100]
ayo bro, go bring that jb out, heard they posted up
and ya b_tch don’t think you hard enough, that’s why she let me f_ck
i’ma trapper, i’m in love with money, yea i gotta rush
get on that court, and go bust a hat, that’s how you earn my trust
i swear to god, don’t touch my hat, i’ma leave you flat
see them n_ggas in my dm, not in person, they gettin’ smacked
i’m a team player, f_ck you thought, i get 1k my last
i ain’t givin’ out no passes, i bl!ck without my mask

[verse 2: li rambo & f5ive]
uh, this sh_t ain’t fun, they shootin’ back, them n_ggas target practice
he felt that hot sh_t, know them bullets stingin’ like a cactus
ain’t gettin’ back, like what the h_ll, i guess y’all was attractin’
he was talkin’ savage, he was lackin’, n_gga he ain’t have it
we get that drop up on ya ass, we slidin’, we arrivin’
he got hit up, they had some faces, dumbass ain’t survivin’
we got that news, that n_gga died, i’m rollin’ up and smilin’
there go that n_gga, he can’t hide, i knew i recognized ’em
this just a message to the opps, you better not post up on that block
they beggin’ me, “stop that dissin’, and stop that spinnin’,” i can’t stop
we get that drop on where he stay, yea we be bendin’ every day (5)
sat in his crib, that n_gga trippin’, we gon’ get ’em out the way (5, 5, 5, 5)
[verse 3: f5ive]
5, f_ck he talkin’ for, we on court, we super active
switches on them glocks, and make them b_tches shoot rapid
head down, man down, n0body in the casket
n_ggas talkin’ all that k!llin’ sh_t, but he ain’t really active
i think he tried to run, get off the couch, but i don’t know what happened
all that cl!ckin’ up and d_ckridin’, we break ’em down like fractions
you know how many times it take to get a vic?
i don’t know, just know my last vic got hit all in his sh_t
i can score a blitz, my youngins, go ahead, and set the pick
we ain’t going back and forth with n_ggas who ain’t doin’ sh_t

[verse 4: jae100 & f5ive]
ayo 5, we gon’ let these n_ggas have it, i ain’t playin’
in the car with big choppas, i don’t panic
come thru, torch they whole f_ckin’ block, like we ain’t planet
we gon’ slide 7 days out the week, they can’t stand it
like what you gon’ do, put them goons on you
they don’t do not rappin’, hop out clappin’, i just warned you
5, where you goin’, just let me know, you know i’m goin’ too
i’ma hop out, drawn too
ayo bro you see this n_gga, run and go ahead, torch ’em
put that beam right up on his back, like where ya goin’ to?
hah, d_ckhead, we gon’ torch em

[verse 5: li rambo]
and you know i’m smokin’ up, i bet you know_ow who i’m smokin’
and i pass the rock to brodie, best believe it if he open
keep on spinnin’ blocks, i’m gettin’ bored, them n_ggas never posted
we in that stolo on they side, you know we tryna catch a vic
man he a b_tch, he had the shot and blew it, yea that n_gga missed
you name droppin’ in them disses, but the opps ain’t doin’ sh_t
stop cappin’ in this sh_t lil n_gga, you ain’t get sh_t back in blood
he f_cked up on what he did, he should’ve knew right what it was
you typin’ with the opps, we gon’ get that n_gga just because

- youngbagchasers lyrics

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