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[intro: yv savage]
(yeah…)
mmm_mmm_mmm (grrah)
ayy, this how it go, right?
(savage sh_t, b_tch!)
y’all know what it is… (boom!)
f_ck yo’ dead homies, n_gga!

[chorus: yv savage]
how the f_ck you think this gon’ end, b_tch? (grrah_grrah)
i got a glock with a switch, it don’t miss (boom!)
caught his ass slippin’, now he floatin’ in the ditch (ha!)
heard they put a bag on my head, suck my d_ck (f_ck that!)
my shooter wildin’, told him chill—he still slid (goofy!)
we hit they block three times, now they moms hid (spinnin’)
30 in this stick, this my f_ckin’ soul twin (brrt!)
y’all n_ggas p_ssy, we was steppin’ since kids (facts!)

[verse 1: yv savage]
b_tch, i keep that iron tucked like drawers (tucked!)
catch a opp lackin’, leave his body by the wall (boom!)
said he hard, but he folded like a b_tch callin’ laws (f_ck 12!)
now his mama on the ‘gram postin’ prayers and all (cry more)
grew up where the funerals hit before prom (r.i.p.)
we don’t squash sh_t, we just up and let it bomb (nah)
walk with demons, got the reaper in my palm (grrah!)
n_ggas dissin’ for the net, that’s how nas gettin’ stomped (b_tch!)
(uh_huh!)
let that .40 sing, like it dropped a f_ckin’ song (brrt!)
he was cryin’ for his bro, we sent ‘em both to god (ha!)
this the life we live, better pray you beat the odds (good luck)
‘cause my youngin’ catchin’ bodies like it’s part of his job (facts!)
[chorus: yv savage]
how the f_ck you think this gon’ end, hoe? (b_tch!)
still ten toes when it’s pressure, i don’t fold (never!)
tryna shoot me? better come with a scope (nah)
we hit his whip, that b_tch flipped like a boat (skrrt!)
shooter geeked, i said “calm,” he said “nope” (f_ck it!)
he caught another one—left that boy soaked (grrah!)
30 in this pole, this my motherf_ckin’ bro (cl!ck!)
ain’t no peace talks—we just go blow for blow (boom!)

[verse 2: 4block lil mari]
ayy, mari in this b_tch, what up savage? (gang!)
spot a opp, hop out, let the ratchet (bop!)
glock got a switch, made his back do gymnastics (flip!)
talk all that sh_t, now he stuck in a casket (haha!)
we don’t shoot legs, we aim for the dome (boom!)
caught him by the store, now his face on a stone (rest up)
playin’ wit’ the gang? you won’t make it home (nah)
talkin’ reckless on a song, got that lil’ boy gone (gone!)
(skrrt!)
had to slide in a tinted_up whip (skrrt!)
let the window down—brrt!—hit his lip (b_tch!)
now his homie tryna beg me, “please don’t trip”
but it’s f_ck your set, your clique, and yo’ b_tch! (all y’all!)
(grrah grrah)
light up they block like christmas night (lights!)
laser on the chop, got him froze in fright (pew!)
told my shorty chill, but she love this life
and my lil’ bro only twelve with a dirty pipe (real sh_t!)
[chorus: yv savage]
how the f_ck you think this gon’ end, dummy? (stupid!)
shootin’ at me? hope you rich with that money (lil’ broke boy)
we gon’ catch your ass lackin’ when it’s sunny (bop!)
and make your whole block smell like a mummy (dead nas!)
told my shooter, “relax,” he said, “nah” (nah!)
he itchin’ to let that glock bark like a dog (grrah!)
30 in this b_tch, and it spit like a blog (brrt!)
y’all n_ggas can’t f_ck with us at all (nah!)

[outro: yv savage & 4block lil mari]
(end that sh_t!)
yeah…
that’s how it go…
(don’t ask how this gon’ end—y’all already dead!)
(ha_ha_ha—f_ck yo set, f_ck yo block, f_ck yo clique!)
(yv, 4block—n_gga you know what it is!)

- yv savage

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