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say no more - dtay59 lyrics

[intro]
oh sh*t, oh sh*t yeah
i made this sh*t yeah, don’t play wit’ this sh*t n*gga
50 gang, 5ivo 05

[chorus]
hrrl, yeah whoa uh, nine forty five and i’m ready to slide on a opp block
yeah, i’m poppin’ out trim wit’ that chalk
huh, don’t diss on the net if you ain’t sending drop
yeah, he got kicked out the gang cause a young n*gga had hung round the cops
huh, b*tch i’m on a purge, blood on my tank top
you ain’t talkin’ bout none, ya’ll n*gga get rocked
huh, say no more, we just gon’ take the boy spot
yeah, say no more he get ate like eggnog
n*gga, you the one that put yourself in that mess, sh*t wasn’t my fault
yeah, you know i’m bussin’ that glock by default
i got two bad b*tches in my godd*mn room, they finna get sprinkled like salt
yeah, n*gga know not to play round wit’ this sh*t n*gga finna get popped

[verse 1]
huh, 05, 5ivo 59, 50 gang on my soul
yeah, n*gga crying cause he found out his backdoor’ed
yeah, told my bro let’s hit this l!ck, he talkin’ bout he never did this before
yeah, n*gga tried to shake my hand, hit him wit’ that “aye fo'”
yeah, and when sha got locked up, i’m like whatchu in for?
tell me why new balance tried to take my info
[verse 2]
yeah, n*gga i don’t f*ck wit’ new balance this sh*t on my mom
yeah, n*gga play wit’ this sh*t, we gon’ do his ass wrong
yeah, b*tch just cope this won’t take long
yeah, glock in my coat i crashout to this song
i’ll bang that pole if a n*gga try to do my gang wrong
yeah, this ho’ a scrub trynna text my phone
told that boy you can try to get 59 gone

[bridge]
59 ain’t never been gone
n*gga, don’t even lie the whole gang done known that you told
yeah, i ain’t fumble the bag, that b*tch done folded
yeah, told my gang “stick to the plan” but these n*ggas done folded
yeah, i’m trynna dunk on my opp just like michael jordan
huh, and you know all my b*tches get d*ck in the morning

yeah, 59 ain’t never been gone
n*gga, don’t even lie the whole gang done known that you told
yeah, i ain’t fumble the bag, that b*tch done folded
yeah, told my gang “stick to the plan” but these n*ggas done folded
yeah, i’m trynna dunk on my opp just like michael jordan
huh, and you know all my b*tches get d*ck in the morning

[chorus]
yeah, hrrl uh, nine forty five and i’m ready to slide on a opp block
yeah, i’m poppin’ out trim wit’ that chalk
huh, don’t diss on the net if you ain’t sending drop
yeah, he got kicked out the gang cause a young n*gga had hung round the cops
huh, b*tch i’m on a purge, blood on my tank top
you ain’t talkin’ bout none, ya’ll n*gga get rocked
huh, say no more, we just gon’ take the boy spot
yeah, say no more he get ate like eggnog
n*gga, you the one that put yourself in that mess, sh*t wasn’t my fault
yeah, you know i’m bussin’ that glock by default
i got two bad b*tches in my godd*mn room, they finna get sprinkled like salt
yeah, n*gga know not to play round wit’ this sh*t n*gga finna get popped

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