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yung sak runners - lebeau st posse lyrics
[intro]
on foenem
my n_gga wop in here, i gotta say “on foenem,” you hear me?
yes, sir
my n_gga wop in here
lsp, n_gga, lsp the mafia, lsp, yeah, yeah
you hurry the f_ck up?
yeah, keep all that
[verse 1: ysr gramz]
i don’t give a f_ck about who you with or who you hang with
put my n_ggas on your f_ckin’ head, yeah, that’s gang ‘nem
i put my trust in my n_ggas, know they won’t switch
you better put that money up, ’cause when it’s gone, them b_tches dip
i keep fallin’ off, i gotta get a grip
that p90 get to shootin’ like it got a switch
f_ckin’ all these hoes like i ain’t got a b_tch
i spazz on everything ’cause i ain’t got a hit
[verse 2: don perrion]
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with the don, we can bet on it
i’ll rеally tweak the f_ck out like i’m big homiе
park a n_gga whip like we park loads on gabe corner
i was playin’ ’round with bb guns, ain’t play for pop warner
n_gga, free lil joe, he was out here tryna rob somethin’
brother got two years, he comin’ home to some clean money
distro playin’ good, i just took off a sleeve on it
i can’t stop the drank, i done turned to a lean junkie
[verse 3: ysr loski]
f_cked her good off two percs, b_tch got me out my element
head game out this world, ooh, sh_t, it was heaven_sent
i don’t know what jay poured up, he ain’t measure it
have you ever seen a shootout? it get scary quick
how the f_ck i’m racist? pockets full of white presidents
n_gga paid me twice for some ‘bows that was never sent
i seen a n_gga get clipped at the party, i been totin’ since
n_ggas out here bangin’ all type of sh_t, but don’t know they l!ck
[verse 4: ysr dee rich]
7.62 green tips, i got bad b_tches
mad as h_ll leavin’ the club, i blew a bag in it
i’m finna shoot the club up, i seen— in it
glocks kinda stutter when they shoot, it’s somethin’ fast in it
when i pull up to moneris, b_tch, i’m baggin’ it
392 widebody, brodie draggin’ it
i just drunk a four to the face, it was mad hittin’
take a n_gga sack out his hands and play madden with it
[verse 5: ysr gramz]
i got a play for five ‘bows, i’m finna take a cab
you be sneak dissin’ on the ‘net, that sh_t make me laugh
my baby mama trippin’ over hoes, that sh_t make me mad
gettin’ head high as h_ll, almost made me crash
[verse 6: don perrion]
they need to free ralo, he had dogs, the fiends need it
real beecher baby, i made sales all under the bleachers
they don’t know dee rich my lil’ spider, but i call him peter
catch a n_gga lackin’, hawk you down, we gon’ srt him
[verse 7: ysr loski]
broke a b_tch heart and cut into her like, “i didn’t mean it”
put a n_gga on a milk carton, they still ain’t seen him
i can make this money reappear like i got a genie
if you catch me in the walmart, i ain’t schemin’
[verse 8: ysr dee rich]
i just sold a brick to the feds, that’s how you n_ggas sound
cho get on the plane with footb_lls, he’s finna touch down
he tried to pull up actin’ hard and got fapped down
jumped out the whip, he tried to run and i hawked him down
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