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draco's n' choppas - ybf k sauce lyrics

[verse]
my n*ggas ridin’ with glocks
lil bro run up on me, f*ck it
i’m ready to up it
lil n*gga i’m ready to pop
lil gang told me i never do intros
i told her “f*ck it, i wait for the drop”
but that n*gga tkay sh*t to hot
n*ggas told me my sh*t crack no pot
all my n*ggas ride with extendos
n*gga say he a k!ller, i’m ‘posed to be scared
the f*ck? lil n*gga i’m with those
and these n*ggas be rappin’ bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t on nada, they been hoes
n*gga say i’m a b*tch and he think he a gangsta
the f*ck? n*gga we must’ve switched roles
n*gga, i took his b*tch and he switched hoes
n*gga, all these n*ggas be b*tches
how the f*ck every onе of these n*ggas get switchеs
say you my what? lil b*tch you trippin’
yo big homie hit up, we dipping’
and i’m smokin’ on shh, i can’t even say it
and you slidin’ on what? you ain’t even spray it
aye domo, i think these lil n*ggas scared
i drop a bag, he get hit up by greg
late night, all blacked out, we creepin’
touch who chain, lil b*tch i’m squeezin’
they say he got hit up and nah he ain’t breathin’
he prolly gon’ run and soon as i see him
’cause you ‘member he did that sh*t the last time
mmcht, f*ck, i forgot the feds be watchin’
just forget that last rhyme
matter fact, imma take out that last line
when i pull out that glock, he a running back
n*gga i’m tryna get so high on the score
everybody forget i be totin’ straps
n*gga broke than a b*tch
if i drop a bag, he die
‘fo he even touch a rack
nowadays my ex be talkin’ bout bodies
before, she ain’t even f*ck with that
f*cked wit’ me, now she want her 100 straps
lotta these n*ggas hatin’, i’m not 50
i ain’t gettin’ hit in the eye
and i ain’t finna die unless somebody dyin’ wit’ me
and that lil n*gga tweakin’, he bringin’ the gang
then f*ck it, all my n*ggas slidin’ wit’ me
n*gga say i’m a hoe, i ain’t got it in me
and he thought i was playin’, i told him to spin
but he ain’t even wit’ it, he got dizzy
all my n*ggas get back gang
they shootin’ sh*t up if any of my n*ggas die
and every time i hit the pack
i be seein’ the opps up in heaven
why they call it high
and all my n*ggas stay wit’ a strap
but i don’t give a f*ck
’cause i know that i’m ready to die
n*gga run up on me, then he must’ve been hittin’ the weed
’cause he prolly up in the sky
too turnt gang, these n*ggas know
that i ain’t never needed no perky’s
to play wit’ that fye
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t even really slidin’
why they gotta lie
if you run up on me, then i’m sorry
’cause i know that yo’ mama love you
but you gotta die
n*gga, i don’t believe lil bro really wit’ it
if i took his b*tch, then he prolly would cry
who the f*ck want, d*mn
who the f*ck want smoke wit’ ybf
all that muhf*ckin’ runnin’
that n*gga a b*tch
i ain’t even chase him, he outta breath
n*ggas thinkin’ i’m playin’ bout all of this sh*t
i ain’t never gon’ b*tch out, i’d rather death
n*gga talk too hot, them shots start flyin’
i ain’t got no drac, i’ll pop that 9
and i’m feelin’ like f*ck it
i don’t give a f*ck about none of these n*ggas
i’m ready to spin
i know these n*ggas b*tches, they really pretend
n*ggas know i pulled up, and i’ll do it again
and before i go out like a hoe
imma let this sh*t blow
and i don’t give a f*ck if i win
let a f*ck n*gga play wit’ me
i’ll make a smoothie
how i put a f*ck n*gga up in the blend

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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