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rebirth - $tupid young lyrics

[intro]
turn that b-tch up, glory

[chorus: crazy ro]
i remember way back when i was younger, younger
my n-ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
remove the doors up off the whip, now it’s a hummer, hummer
drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
my lil’ b-tch suck d-ck, ain’t gotta rehe-rs-, ayy
i’m so good, i died and then i rebirth
i just spent another check up on my t-shirts
finna cash out on that patek, b-tch, i don’t need her
i remember way back when i was younger, younger
my n-ggas was trapping through the summer, summer
remove the doors up off the whip, now it’s a hummer, hummer
drip spent all on kicks just for my comfort, ayy
my lil’ b-tch suck d-ck, ain’t gotta rehe-rs-, ayy
i’m so good, i died and then i rebirth
i just spent another check up on my t-shirts
finna cash out on that patek, b-tch, i don’t need her

[verse 1: $tupid young]
ayy, we slidin’ with them thirties, going berzerk
plottin’ on them roaches, doing research
tryna put they homies on a t-shirt
tryna put they homies in a desert
riding ’round the block, one of ’em posted with the block
helicopters, they on top when i’m looking for the cops
f-ck a great rap, we be looking for the opps
if we catch a n-gga slippin’, we gon’ give his -ss shots
i be riding for my n-ggas ’til i can’t no more
young n-gga out here, had to get it from the floor
headed from the bottom to the top, that’s for sure
only gotta put on for me and my bros
i don’t trust no n-gga when i look you in the eyes
n-ggas said they real, i can tell they telling lies
young n-gga out here and you know i’m finna slide
f-ck the other side, n-gga, f-ck the other side

[verse 2: $tupid young]
this for durk, this for pablo, this for danny, this for dallas
n-gga, we gon’ slide with them semiautomatics
catch an opp lacking, guarantee we let him have it
yeah, it’s going down, ain’t talking ’bout the t-tanic
young n-gga, i’m just tryna go and get my bread up
streets didn’t feed me so it left a n-gga fed up
was locked up, the homies told me, “boy, keep your head up”
i don’t trust n0body so i’m strapped with the berettas
n-ggas runnin’ like roaches when i pull up with them bro-bros
n-ggas dissing on the ‘net but they don’t want no smoke
n-gga told me that it’s time to ride, i’m like, “let’s go, bro”
n-gga, we gon’ hit ’em with the 40 or the four-four
i’ma ride for my n-ggas, that’s no question
n-ggas always snitching, like usher, giving confessions
n-ggas sending threats online but i ain’t threatened
n-gga, i’ma catch him, hit him with the smith & wesson

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