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get back - the deadly youngan lyrics

[chorus]
ay d*mn come get yo get back
talking on the net gone leave you slumped or get yo sh*t smacked
caught that n*gga lacking we ran down and made his sh*t splat
you worried bout the youngan the f*ck n*gga come get yo b*tch back
d*mn talk crazy you get b*tch slapped
pull up in a ski and my ar k!ll you in pitch black
talm bout a scat pack b*tch vest up before you be a pack
talm bout you a k!ller go to the graveyard and tell yo mama that

[verse]
b*tch i just dropped the lo n*gga come pull up b*tch
b*tch you gone f*cking die cause b*tch im on that dumb sh*t
dead b*tch its a homicide left his brains inside a ditch
p*ssy make yo mama cry k!ll you if you play with this
b*tch stay in yo f*cking place you gone f*cking die causе you in the mix
k!ll a n*gga then go ghost put him in the box likе im roddy ricch
f*ck n*gga wanna diss on gang we pulled up now he dont exist
f*ck n*gga better duck low cause like my music i dont miss
b*tch f*ck you thought b*tch
b*tch get out and walk b*tch
b*tch yo ass in chalk b*tch
since you wanna stalk b*tch
b*tch im on all ten
b*tch gone make yo block bend
b*tch gone shoot the neighbors crib
dont give a f*ck what house you in
if we miss n*gga f*ck it we gone spin again
then we gone spin a benz we gone spin again like spinabenz
that lil b*tch exotic 50 cent b*tch we k!lled many men
got put on by who n*gga made it out with no pad or pen
know we riding with some soldiers n*gga
the real biker caught that n*gga now its over n*gga
heard leeke speaking on my name
hopped out in a rover n*gga
drive down the street empty the clip sip a four leaf clover n*gga
no gta but life rigged heard his mans died like mine did
his homie got shot like his kid yall playing off a broke bid
shoot yo legs off and cut off yo feet heard ralo dissing now he in the street
jason a real shooter but he wasn’t me caught amari boys put they ass to sleep
[chorus]
ay d*mn come get yo get back
talking on the net gone leave you slumped or get yo sh*t smacked
caught that n*gga lacking we ran down and made his sh*t splat
you worried bout the youngan the f*ck n*gga come get yo b*tch back
d*mn talk crazy you get b*tch slapped
pull up in a ski and my ar k!ll you in pitch black
talm bout a scat pack b*tch vest up before you be a pack
talm bout you a k!ller go to the graveyard and tell yo mama that

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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