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yung lik - faneto lyrics
[ypcrayyy]
strapped down 4 nic, n_gga get back
trey 5, imma slap in the kriss vec
[?] tripping like flies, b_tch get back
[?] , out young’s he ain’t hit back
spot an opp, imma throw on my shiesty, gotta watch what i say cause police indicting
hit his ass with a nic, n_gga thought we was fighting
fat sh_t hit his body, sh_t struck him like lightning
if i hop out the whip, n_gga get back
dead man in this wood, you can’t hit that
fat sh_t hit his stomach, n_gga sh_t [?]
you ain’t never walk down, with ya b_tch ass
you ain’t never send shots, made a whip crash
i don’t f_ck with these bops, and my b_tch bad
if it’s dark outside, twin throw on a lazer
if he try to run, hop out we gon chase him
[30]
opps don’t never spin this block
cause we got unlimited shots
i’m shooting my pole, why the f_ck would i not?
bro got a [?] and it came with a dot
my young n_ggas cl!cking, and they ain’t hitting back
dude ass gone, he hit likе a black
[yunglik]
his dead ass gone, he ain’t coming back
i’m riding with co, hе upping the mac
hop out the at, n_ggas running like track
hop out the at, n_ggas running like track
i’m bending that rip, n_ggas using they skates
f_cked around burnt my arm, i was working that drac
you know that b_tch on me, you can tell by my waist
when i spin on the 8, fix n_ggas like plates
caught a opp at the light, made his ass hit the brakes
[ypcrayyy]
where the f_ck is you going? n_gga couldn’t escape
ain’t trusting no b_tch, take my drac on a date
n_gga ain’t got no hats, n_gga put on a snapback
spinning thru the hood, all that sh_t cap rap
n_gga say jam god, n_gga jamming off a 7.5
4_3 [?] to this big ass trey 5
go, go, go, go, go, go, go
swung the door open, n_gga couldn’t get up
put some holes in his shirt, n_gga got hit up
lil b_tch 22, got her throwing 3’s up
just sold my last zip, n_gga gotta re_up
put the percs in my hand, f_ck n_gga you jugged
now yo ass saying, “what the f_ck is you doing”
19 gen_5, n_gga ain’t even shoot it
got opps in the city, why the f_ck you ain’t use it
d_mn.. hat mad, he all in his feelings, cause he ain’t got no jam, his car ain’t working n_gga ain’t got no air
n_gga come on the block, beat his ass like pears
n_gga threw up on the drill, n_gga won’t even ready, got em screaming out aink, n_gga feel like spaghetti
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