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night of the living dead - y3tga lyrics

tga!

yt obixo47 n-gga
and i got my slime with me b-tch
slime slime slime!
uh!

(chorus 1: 23)
she f-ck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
im ridin around, i got a stick tucked
a n-gga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that n-gga p-ssy no he ain’t no hitta
yt obixo47 n-gga
he mad he broke and his b-tch a gold digger
throw her the bag she gon f-ck on a n-gga
my b-tch a rider she pulling the trigger
he a school boy, my n-ggas k!llers
he think he hard, he a caterpiller
he don’t got no stripes, n-gga not tigger
that n-gga telling, that n-gga snitchin
yea he snitched how he got outta prison
walk with the glock swear to god i won’t miss em
and a n-gga play turn his momma to a victim
run up in the house and the glock gon evict em

bow! bow bow bow bow bow!
skrrtt, bow! bow! b-bow!
yt obixo47 n-gga

(verse 1: 23)
lil bro brazy, lil bro slide with .380s, d-mn n-gga ever try and play me
hit his -ss now his -ss lazy, got the n-gga head dripping out gravy
and a n-gga bang blood im a east side baby
and im on the block im a obixo baby
(this sh-t sound crazy…)
and im on the block and im totin a 50
slide on your block and get hit with a 50
me and my n-ggas we shooters get busy
you not no shooter this sh-t gon get trippy
water be on us this sh-t can get sticky
i ain’t no blixky but im totin a bl!cky
you gotta check in when you come to my city
it ain’t that hard n-gga come get up with me, gang!

(chorus 2: 23)
she f-ck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
im ridin round, i got a stick tucked
a n-gga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that n-gga p-ssy no he ain’t no hitta
yt obixo47 n-gga
he mad he broke and his b-tch a gold digger
throw her the bag she gon f-ck on a n-gga
my b-tch a rider she pulling the trigger
he a school boy, my n-ggas k!llers
he think he hard, he a caterpiller
he don’t got no stripes, n-gga not tigger
that n-gga telling, that n-gga snitchin
yea he snitched how he got outta prison
walk with the glock, swear to god i won’t miss em
and a n-gga play turn his momma to a victim
run up in the house and the glock gon evict em

(verse 2: lil nza)
we bend through your block tell your gang come and get em
i bend with that glock now that lil boy go missing
lift my fist, slap that b-tch -ss lil boy if he flinching
and im back in the triddida counting these digits
and you can’t sip my drink, all this drank i been sipping
and this gl!ck on my hip only reason im limping
talk to pablo, he talk to my birds flipping pigeons
im the shooter all black pull up where you reside now
i got goons bendin all on your block better hide now
escalated so b-tch -ss lil boy i won’t fight now
its a cut full of shooters so b-tch its a ride out
running all in your trap imma shoot you gon die now

(chorus 3: 23)
she f-ck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
im ridin round, i got a stick tucked
a n-gga be mad and he claim he gon hit us, that n-gga p-ssy no he ain’t no hitta
yt obixo47 n-gga
he mad he broke and his b-tch a gold digger
throw her the bag she gon f-ck on a n-gga
my b-tch a rider she pulling the trigger
he a school boy, my n-ggas k!llers
he think he hard, he a caterpiller
he don’t got no stripes, n-gga not tigger
that n-gga telling, that n-gga snitchin
yea he snitched how he got outta prison
walk with the glock swear to god i won’t miss em
and a n-gga play turn his momma to a victim
run up in the house and the glock gon evict em

(verse 3: dee aura)
takin the drip, ain’t still pay attention
shoot at the car, can’t start the ignition
walk with a glock big 03 im vicious
i slide on your block, make sure there’s no witness
i got a b-tch on ross she with it
consumers like hats, them sh-ts be fitted
bussin a play right up in the trenches
smokin on runtz this sh-t got me lifted
you got a glock but you not a k!ller
my diamonds be dancing they doin a triller
the red dot jacket like mj thriller
the money come fast but i need it quicker
kickin a door, robbin them people
i got more bands so we not equal
juggin, finessing this sh-t got a sequel
off of them perks i look so evil
broke -ss n-ggas swear i wouldn’t wanna be you
i got on some cartier’s i still can’t see you
juggin, finessing im slimming them people
im smokin a p while i got a pistol
f-ck all the opps and who be with you
slimin his nose, get him a tissue
beatin my case that sh-t a dismissal
never could miss, a scope on my pistol

(chorus 4: 23)
she f-ck with the slime so she tryna get picked up
im ridin around, i got a stick tucked
a n-gga be mad and he claim he gon hit us that n-gga p-ssy no he ain’t no hitta
yt obixo47 n-gga
he mad he broke and his b-tch a gold digger
throw her the bag she gon f-ck on a n-gga
my b-tch a rider she pulling the trigger
he a school boy, my n-ggas k!llers
he think he hard, he a caterpiller
he don’t got no stripes, n-gga not tigger
that n-gga telling, that n-gga snitchin
yea he snitched how he got outta prison
walk with the glock swear to god i won’t miss em
and a n-gga play turn his momma to a victim
run up in the house and the glock gon evict em

tga!

- y3tga lyrics

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