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yus gz - wtf is that كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(fritz, how you do this?)
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) what the f_ck is that?
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) but i told ’em n_ggas not to f_ckin’ lack
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)

[verse]
uh, steppin’ on these n_ggas and i be out here thuggin’
uh, uh, caught him with no gun, b_tch, why you runnin’?
uh, uh, pistols, arps’ll get to dumpin’
uh, put a flashlight on the bl!ck, now he can’t see nothin’ (nothin’)
he was lackin’ after dawn and got his head popped
don’t compare to no n_gga that just got on ’cause he got dreadlocks (he got dreadlocks)
i can’t say too much on this phone because the feds watch (because they watch, uh)
and my chains’ll keep me cold because i’m dead hot
i could never stop, sh_t ain’t gon’ stop ’til i hit the jackpot (on my mama)
uh, on my mama, i’m switchied up, this be a dead block (bah, bah)
he think he tough walkin’ through his hood, this be your dead stop
my favorite opp was suicidal, he caught a headshot
lil’ bro hit the curb, pop the trunk, let me out right now
b_tch, we gon’ hit ’em up, walk ’em down, shoot one round right now (boom, boom)
once he come out that front door, b_tch, we gon’ blow (b_tch, we gon’ blow)
yeah, b_tch, we switchied up, we tryna up the score (boom, boom)
last n_gga ain’t run, b_tch, he was dumb, he caught like four (he caught like four)
f_ck all my opps, we dig ’em up and we feed ’em more (feed ’em more)
b_tch, that backdoor wide, don’t be surprised who in that door (who in that?)
n_ggas out here tellin’ lies, it was your brother who hit the floor (fah, fah)
i feel like tay_k, d_mn, my chopper love me more (my chopper love me more)
uh, n_ggas love talkin’, watch this chopper roar (grrt)
i think this chopper g_y, this ho love rippin’ drawers (grrt, grrt)
chopper have him cuz walkin’ out the store
uh, where the f_ck is unc’? just like “nephew, i need more” (i need more)
uh, tell ’em bring back trump, he had the fiends knock at the door (bah, bah, bah)
we put switches on our guns, if he could run, then that’s the lord (frrt, frrt, frrt)
5.56 rip through lungs, if he ain’t dead, that’s four for four (if he ain’t dead)
uh, cut up in that block (skrrt, skrrt), we ’bout to hit that sh_t again (yeah)
b_tches chillin’ with my opps, i think these hoes like linkin’ feds (bah, bah)
catch his ass right by that light, what’s all that sh_t on instagram? (grrah)
if you know when you run, you pay that price, that drac’ get to frrt like a ceilin’ fan
[outro]
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) what the f_ck is that?
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) but i told ’em n_ggas not to f_ckin’ lack
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) bet we gon’ hit in the speed in the f_ckin’ scat
(fah, fah, fah, fah, fah) uh, put your mask on and your gloves, you come out to iraq

- yus gz

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