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aint no 4kt (onna come up) [remix] - the deadly youngan lyrics

[verse]
i been tryna run up this paper and stay by myself but these n*ggas in my motherf*ckin way
n*ggas talm bout 4ktray dis and 4ktray dat well b*tch add another f*cking k
f*ck dump dead ass is you gone do something bout it if not get out the d*mn way
you n*ggas saying slide for von b*tch we been and slid go slide for lil pab and eight
a n*gga tryna fight in this b*tch you gone die in this b*tch loose yo motherf*ckin life in this b*tch
i guess y’all forgot boozilla though he was the sh*t had a stick he still got bl!cked
all these f*ck ass n*ggas keep play grab the drac get to spraying f*ck who we hit
nba joe a dead b*tch a dead snitch when on that mission f*cked up and got zipped
n*ggas saying jdot gone k!ll me jdot gone k!ll who lil b*tch we knocked down two
n*gga dissing got lit like a room know this choppa go boom and put lil leeke on the news
stop f*cking playing with a n*gga like we ain’t come through like aquaman left ralo in a pool
b*tch stop acting i’m one these soundcloud rappers f*ck n*gga this really what i do
b*tch i feel like calvin and roger with superpowers like cavetown we gone act a fool
for all that dissing he was doing ain’t no picking and choosing put that n*gga in a fridge like some food
i don’t listen to 12 like ion listen in class i never been the type of n*gga that f*ck with the rules
till you go slide for lil pab lil ralo lil dump or lil leeke ion wanna hear sh*t about a feud
that n*gga work at apple since he so good with them b*tches delete his f*ck ass like a app
stop flexing that fake money all on the net when yo poor broke ass still drinking out tap
you really scared of me yo ass sat there and ain’t do sh*t while yo b*tch ass was in my lap
i’m tryna hop out with that drac shoot that b*tch in his face ion really wanna motherf*ckin rap
that p*ssy tried to from from me had his b*tch ass screaming left holes in that f*ck n*gga back
fold that n*gga like a towel then hang his dumb dead b*tch ass on a motherf*cking rack
got yo b*tch on my d*ck n*gga you ain’t on sh*t yea i got that lil bad b*tch blacked
speaking of dead opps jdot gone get dropped i’m gone have his fat dumb ass in a pack
they know we shooting sh*t boy you a b*tch like soulja boy this rick and morty
got this forty this b*tch go sporty its gone knock spinz and jdot with my shorty
tj ain’t no 4ktray yo ass gone die shortly you ain’t a gangster stop telling a story
them n*ggas karen’s on the low these f*ck ass n*ggas be b*tches just like jack doherty
you can’t breath the same air i breath you fake ass n*gga get out of my sp*ce
f*ck boy steady saying imma die f*ck boy you a lie imma put yo f*ck ass in yo place
we stepped on mari dumb ass but unlike tay*k p*ssy b*tch i beat the d*mn case
i saw boozilla goofy b*tch ass bike riding and shot his goofy dumb b*tch ass in his face
the opps play put him in that dirt the opps say that they gone k!ll me i say ahhh ha like lil durk
rip that f*ck ass n*gga body in half p*ssy b*tch like a motherf*cking shirt
lay a p*ssy down like a bridge then walk over his ass know the be putting in work
f*ck opp b*tches they ass get the drop i still go smash they don’t even gotta flirt
every time i open bandlab it say new project i think of my motherf*cking opps
cause it’s like i always get more and more of them b*tches everytime another one drop
he repping that 4ktray better not let me see it he gone be the next one to get popped
that b*tch like my music i’m still texting her friend while that thick b*tch still giving me top
mane all y’all some b*tches tryna play with my top aim really tryna put on in that n*gga dome
any f*ck n*gga think he finna run down on me imma do that p*ssy ass b*tch n*gga wrong
i’m tryna go out there run down on him catch a body ion really wanna make a d*mn song
you f*ck n*ggas b*tches b*tch i’ll really run up in that dumb sh*t you so call home

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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