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ahh ha - lil yungeen lyrics

[intro: lil yungeen, yxng bl**dy, & l baby]
just in case the police listenin’, know what i’m sayin’? (high*speed music, haha)
savage, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh*t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f*ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f*ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p*ssy, b*tch, b*tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh*t, they some p*ssys

[verse: l baby]
we been slidin’ through they blocks and they don’t know we have
buddy ass got shot and we ain’t claim it, but i can show his ass (brrah, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
n*ggas actin’ like they really like that since my brodie died (drilly)
just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (p*ssy)
i told drilly to leave that b*tch alone, she post on onlyfans (yeah, eater)
catch ’em at apartments they be in ’cause that’s our only chance (brrah)
they don’t be outside like you think they ass be on the ‘gram (on gang)
they actin’ so gangster on the gram but when slide they p*ssy
old opps f*ckin’ with my new opps (brr), oh, man (brrah)
that sh*t merched, we been through there, that sh*t like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
my brother dre just got k!lled and i been slow since (gang, gang, gang)
but we got back on they ass, i bet they know this (brrah)
and, on bro, i’m speakin’ facts, this ain’t no diss (this ain’t no diss)
keep the police out my business, we don’t post sh*t (we don’t post sh*t)
trigger happy, i be with bro’nem and we on 23 (‘wop, ‘wop)
they like, “baby, his ass a singer, he won’t smoke sh*t” (yeah, yeah)
you can believe whatever you want, i got your folks hit (ah, ha)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh*t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f*ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f*ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p*ssy, b*tch, b*tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh*t, they some p*ssys

[verse 2: lil yungeen]
“you talkin’ ’bout me in “president of the hood”?” and i’m like, “yes” (yes)
if you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge
but i know you can’t cause where ya gun at?
you need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (b*tch)
i seen n*ggas really k!llin’ sh*t, post sh*t on instagram (p*ssy)
you doin’ that, you might as well go to court and say you k!lled the man
i don’t claim n*ggas who be with opps, i try to reel ’em in (grrah)
the trenches like a sport, you grab that ball and turn a k!ller, man (p*ssy)
switches on me, all face shots, we changin’ dental plans (brrah)
all fast cars, make it skrrt, we don’t do rental vans (skrrt)
i can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman
jumpin’ over bodies when them boys say, “hit the switch”
n*ggas dip, who you think around the corner? it’s a drill (it’s a drill)
all these blues on me, man, they thought i had a deal
i’m from the six, we don’t do no drive*bys
walk up, it’s a hit, f*ck who you with
we gon’ pull up bangin’, all my n*ggas gang and keep a bl!ck
smokin’ on that stankin’, man, that sh*t get dangerous
draco, ain’t no aimin’, all my k!llers anxious
like, “who is him?” you don’t think the n*gga safe, he lose a limb (he lose a limb)
fifty thousand for the chain, half of that’ll get you hit (it’ll get you hit)
oh, sh*t, caught that boy dissin’ lil marco, now he dead
yeah we play for keeps
yo homie dead so we smokin’ him (ah,ha)

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh*t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f*ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f*ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p*ssy, b*tch, b*tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh*t, they some p*ssys

[verse 3: yxng bl**dy]
i let it off, i keep my bl!ck, i set it off up in this b*tch
i seen it all, been in this sh*t since a lil’ youngin, since a jit
he said it all, i heard that boy, he rat, i heard that boy a snitch
i bet it all, i bet the opps know not to pull up on the six (brrah)
a hundred fl!cks, that’s a hundred shots, look like we takin’ pics
took memo a trip, he just start shootin’, i told him, “get a grip” (get a grip)
these n*ggas scared
these n*ggas hoes, you know, i know
he think he sl!ck, i know he told
i’m on the road, still tottin’ pole (huh?)
my gun be hot, your sh*t be cold (boom, boom)
if you get caught, you better not fold
he had a case, his bond on hold (d*mn)
he still locked up, it’s takin’ long (uh*huh)
she wanna know when he comin’ home (d*mn, d*mn)
see, sh*t it’ll get real, you ever been on a drill? (huh?)
when no one you shot got k!lled? i’m just keepin’ it real (d*mn)
have you ever been in the car with your homie who don’t got the wheel? (d*mn, d*mn)
he can’t slide, he need him a pill
that n*gga need some help
with the gang n*gga look at us
doin’ all that hidin’ u still gon’ get hit

[chorus: lil yungeen]
don’t respond to sh*t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f*ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f*ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p*ssy, b*tch, b*tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh*t, they some p*ssys

[verse 4: lil yungeen]
that’s your mans you tryna uplift
but when it’s war time, n*ggas ain’t gon’ do sh*t (nah, nah)
them n*ggas ain’t slidin’ no more (nah)
the opps outside, man, them n*ggas ain’t hidin’ no more (what?)
well, i guess we ain’t the guys no more (d*mn)
when you see a n*gga k!lled your brother, you don’t ask, just blow (boom, boom)
when the f*ck we start givin’ passes though? (d*mn)
he a b*tch, it is what it is
and if you don’t wanna shoot just pass it, bro
f*ck y’all wearing them masks for? (huh, what?)
n*ggas got guns, but they ain’t gon’ blow (huh? yeah)
i’m a real n*gga for life and i ain’t tryna risk my life like yeah, yeah (let’s get it)
lambo’ dark and it still tints
money on the lawyer and i’m still rich (still rich)
i fell off once and i’m still lit (still lit)
voice of the streets, it’s real sh*t (real sh*t)
i did a lil’ time and i ain’t tell sh*t
lost pounds in the mail, they ain’t mail sh*t
i’m in school with a kel*tec (with a kel*tec)
i love my brother for life (life), he lost his life to the streets (streets)
how you get blocks and you ain’t k!ll sh*t?
how you run blocks? you ain’t k!ll yet (k!ll yet)
foenem screamin’, “getback” (gang)
you know i’m with that (uh)
i ain’t tryna squash no beef, n*gga (squash no beef, n*gga)
we into it ’til you die, real street n*gga (real street n*gga)
at yo’ funeral, i might just slide, rest in pee, n*gga (rest in pee, n*gga)
shoot up everybody that’s outside
bet draco feel this one (boom*boom, boom*boom)
i got clips like mel gibson (yeah)
all full, with none empty (grrah, grrah)
i know n*ggas scared to come around when i pop out outside (i know it)
i done gave n*ggas whole head starts (what?), and still i hawked ’em down (boom, boom)
that sh*t crazy (d*mn)
kb was doin’ all that woofin’ and he ain’t even make it (d*mn)
fred got shot in the party, started harlem shakin’ (d*mn, d*mn, d*mn)
if the pigs keep tweakin’, i’ma start fryin’ bacon (boom, boom)
the difference between me and you, is you be askin’, i be takin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom*boom*boom*boom)
we was catchin’ murders way back then, that’s when the macs was in
hate they ass so much, we dig ’em up and tell ’em “die again”
i can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

[chorus: lil yungeen]

don’t respond to sh*t with drilly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m like, “f*ck it, you trippin’, go get your gun” (let’s get it, get, gun)
they dissin’ we sliding
f*ck tweetin’, we slidin’, the feds are comin’ (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
i’m hangin’ with k!llers, we breakin’ a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
they really don’t mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
they really don’t mean it, he play it in songs (p*ssy, b*tch, b*tch)
they really ain’t on that gang gang sh*t, they some p*ssys

- lil yungeen lyrics

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