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ytb fatt & big homiie g – us كلمات اغاني

[intro: ytb fatt]
n_ggas know my side got motion, n_gga
n_ggas don’t want no head_on collision with this sh_t, n_gga
n_ggas know we dangerous, n_gga
n_gga, i almost died about this sh_t a few times, n_gga
you ain’t on my side
(drop that sh_t, t_head)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
these n_ggas don’t wanna run into us
rose gold, got my pendant it’s bust
clarity diamonds, my t__th flushed
treat her like rosa, get to the back of the bus
i’ve been havin’ motion since i can cuss
p_ssy n_gga, you can’t pop it like us
thirty mag’ in my jeans, it’s tucked
hundred thousand cash, what the f_ck?
turnin’ all these l.a. b_tches to sl_ts
stickin’ this bread gang d_ck in her guts
break on a b_tch, i got that from my unc’
stealin’_ass b_tch, i call her a conk

[interlude: ytb fatt]
n_ggas better loaf they life, man
loaf your life, man, ‘fore we loaf your wifе
yeah
yeah
[verse 1: ytb fatt]
in my city, we put n_ggas in blunts
turn all tough_ass n_ggas to skunks
forty thousand, spеnt that this month
you ain’t break on that b_tch, all you did was hunch
every hit i sunt, the n_gga got touched
i’m a real fox, ask the city ’bout us
i ain’t gotta make up none of this stuff
my young n_gga shot the bus ’til it bust
yeah, n_gga, with them packs, you’ve been f_ckin’ up
n_gga, this chopper be comin’ in clutch
glass in my mouth, this sh_t here cut
slap the b_tch if i hear one fuss
twelve hundred for some céline shorts
you ain’t a renegade, ho, you a nut
count a fifty in a maybach truck
trx lift kid on a truffle
bread gang chain canary cut
she wanna come around this motion stuff
still givin’ these bows uppercuts
why it sound like that? it’s a h_llcat truck
two hundred thousand in jewelery, that’s tough
that b_tch been eatin’ these nuts
n_gga, don’t put on them cuffs
i’m with the sh_t, pampers, stuffed
i’m with a cobra, jo, he cut
none of these n_ggas poppin’ sh_t like us
tour bus full of gumbo blunts
n_gga, the sh_t they sayin’, it ain’t nothin’
tryna touch another hundred this month
i know you shot somethin’, but you’re still a b_tch ’cause you caught some bubbles in your guts
n_gga
[interlude: big homiie g]
woah (big g the biggest)
big g the biggest, y— fatt, what’s poppin’? n_gga already know it’s us
if it ain’t us, it ain’t n0body (f_ck everybody)
f_ck everybody, n_gga (type of time i’m on)
that’s how i’m feeling (let’s go, g)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
woah, i come from the bottom, i came up, n_gga
look at me now, i ain’t change up, n_gga
don’t know what the cut, my sh_t lookin’ like glitter
you know if i f_cked her if you seen me with her (ah)
“g, he the biggest,” i’m readin’ on twitter
i’m full of drank, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
ain’t goin’ back and forth, i ain’t playin’ with n_ggas
if you got a problem, then come get your issue (come get your issue)
all that talkin’ don’t even matter, my n_gga (n_gga)
touch me, you gon’ get shattered, my n_gga
hm, you gon’ get put in the dirt
with your name and your face on a shirt
i ain’t gotta call n0body ’round me, if it go down, i’ll put in that work
you ain’t ever wake nothin’ before
shoot that b_tch ’til he fall on the floor
man, we smokin’ that boy gumbo
rest in peace to my n_gga e_lo
put it down for this chain ’round my throat
when i think about noose, got choked
better know i’ma give you some get back
you ain’t with what i’m with, i ain’t with that
y’all don’t know that we uppin’ the score (for sure)
had just threw me a m on the floor (nah, for real, yeah)
[outro: big homiie g]
nah, for real, n_gga, had just threw me a m on the floor, i’m a million dollars up, p_ssy
get your guns up and your funds up, n_gga, i swear to god
i swear to f_ckin’ god, n_gga
bread gang, we the loaf boyz, and this bge
yeah
get your b_tch— ayy, fatt
tell them n_ggas get they b_tch
or come get they b_tch back, you know what i mean?
yeah

- ytb fatt big homiie g

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