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make it out - ybn lil bro lyrics

[intro: ybn lil bro]
know what i gotta do to make it out?
three*five, we so live, wouldn’t trade only for a dollar
i get paid so much, sometimes i don’t even wanna count it
dropped two tapes from jail, came home, still droppin’
(don’t play with stompa)

[verse: ybn lil bro]
know what i gotta do to make it out?
three*five, we so live, wouldn’t trade only for a dollar
i get paid so much, sometimes i don’t even wanna count it
dropped two tapes from jail, came home, still droppin’
still trendin’, i love fast*ass cars and bad b*tches
ghetto boom pull an active full, he shoot, i’m shootin’ with him
who is dude actin’ like he cool? have my n*ggas strip him
she say i’m rude, i ain’t even rude, i just be playin’ with the b*tch
only twenty*two, i’m feelin’ like the man of the year
i can’t take back what i did, n*ggas want me dead
i be f*ckin’ my b*tch all night before we go to bed
get money and die, my n*gga died, life was never fair
have you ever hit a n*gga block and doubled back?
have you ever seen a n*gga take his last breath?
say you down for me, it’s hard for me to tell
i do better on my own, ho, wish me well

[verse 2: ghetto baby boom]
yop, jumped off in that water by my d*mn self
they keep on askin’ how i do it, keep your head up
you don’t get no pass, you say it once, you get your ass bust
i love countin’ money, swear it make my blood rush
let my hoes play it out, i’m lookin’ for a business partner
you say you know some sh*t, you certified, let’s get it goin’
i had to get it out the mud, i ain’t have no other sources
i had to grind up on this sh*t, that’s how i got important
it might take a lil’ longer when you different, huh
you might not got it all together now, but trust me, you’ll get it
mind playin’ tricks on me, i can feel it, hm
i hear a voice like, “go get busy”, another voice like, “finish rappin’, n*gga”
sit n*ggas down for playin’ wrong like i’m a captain, n*gga
you see them boys huddle up? that mean they finna blitz
huh, throw these bullets like i’m madden, i hope you n*ggas ready
.223s hit his top, they had to call his family

- ybn lil bro lyrics

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