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my crazy story pt.3 - the deadly youngan lyrics

[verse]
i’m up in jail i’m with that snitching n*gga like d*mn the f*ck you on
i’m up in jail i won’t do what i’ll get a f*ck ass n*gga gone
nah b*tch don’t say you sorry now finna send yo b*tch ass home
then a cop come up in this b*tch i was finna do him wrong
i’m up in court f*ck that n*gga zipped ain’t this bout a b*tch
ain’t saying sh*t b*tch i want my lawyer i ain’t no f*cking snitch
i swear to god when i get out of jail you getting hit with sticks
i couple months go by guess what b*tch i ain’t guilty for sh*t
so i get out like where that snitching nah don’t try to hide
i wait bout five then i get the drop i gotta improvise
remember what happened in story 1 that ain’t the way to slide
i gotta plan before i yea just me pull up with that fi
oh yea i see him at his mama house chilling on the street
i loop around and looped again and one more time just like a beat
hop out the back pop his ass you can’t snitch from in them sheets
get in the car did it by myself but that sh*t felt like it was eas
[news]
gotta lay low before they hit my fro this ain’t the way to go
guess what you got it i hear sirens n*gga cops up at the door
it ain’t no where to run it’s bust that drac or hide out with the four
so i put on that mask and get to bussin hit em in they fro
so b*tch i run ain’t looking back for sh*t you f*cking stupid jit
ain’t finna catch me you gone catch this l!ck from this 30 bl!ck
it’s d*mn near night i’m still running sh*t i ain’t getting zipped
my homie gave me the lo of a hideout underground not finding jit
somebody grabbed me it’s my own d*mn homies hit my face to the ground
b*tch that shirt hurt blood on on my shirt b*tch i know i need stitches
tryna stay up then i see some sh*t some sh*t come out the distance
but i don’t give a f*ck bout me i’m tryna give dominic assistance
then i realized who the f*ck it was dominic in existence
ain’t that a b*tch he put that flame up to my head i’m still resisting
i ain’t forget that if i catch dominic like a house he listing
he lucky i’m laying low or ill be with this choppa out here twisting
f*ck laying low i’m finna find this n*gga hit him in his sh*t
i ain’t no b*tch sh*t i’ll look for days just to k!ll this b*tch
b*tch f*ck it’s been like 3 weeks y’all still ain’t found a hit
he must be far but never far enough better not stop the blitz
the f*ck this n*gga not in the us finna chop him up like sushi
get on the flight we ain’t polite got this bad b*tch she real boujie
we on the plane with them choppas and this b*tch still giving couchie
ain’t n0body doing it like me i’m different as f*ck no yfn lucci

- the deadly youngan lyrics

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