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4n (for nedo) - ybt lyrics

[intro]
(this is a certified hood classic)

[chorus]
ayy, gotta bring them poles in
it’s a gangster party, so you know they brought the hoes in
yeah, we don’t get search at no club, we just go in (nah)
ayy, we for nedo gang, but you can start callin’ it 4n (from here)
uh, b*tch, we strapped with glocks and fns
ayy, thirty*six in all our weapons (boom)
n*ggas tried to walk down on me, arp showed them a lesson (ha)
ayy, b*tch, you can’t even walk, how the f*ck you steppin’? (what?)
yeah, heard he say he crackin’ threes, send that boy a message

[verse]
yeah, i spent 50k in one year
ayy, everybody know that i ain’t got no fеar
ayy, nedo died, fifty died, but i’m a man, so i ain’t drop no tеar (yeah)
n*ggas know that they don’t wanna go there
ayy, we finna ride by the four, let’s go there (what?)
we got so many dead opps, them n*ggas say that we don’t play fair (yeah)
ayy, catch him, be like, “hey there”
boom, don’t try do duck, come here
i’m tryna make me a mill’ in one year
it took me one year to get here
i might pop a pill and chill
i gotta be relaxed and sealed (correct)
we give headshots to our opps, they better chill or just get k!lled
ayy, we in the field, it’s k!ll or be k!lled (yeah)
ayy, chopper boys, we navy seals
ayy, stick a n*gga up for the word, tell that b*tch he better chill
ayy, i’m too real in that field
all my ice on, i’m too drill
ayy, meant to say, all this ice on, i’m too chill (ice)
yeah, i got two hoes on my side, i feel like lou will
yeah, hoes be gettin’ out they top, they askin’, “where the pills?”
uh, told ’em b*tches, “don’t worry ’bout that, put this on your grill”
yeah, gave the b*tch the eggplant, like, “b*tch, here go your meal” (yeah)
[chorus]
ayy, gotta bring them poles in
it’s a gangster party, so you know they brought the hoes in (let’s go)
yeah, we don’t get search at no club, we just go in
ayy, we for nedo gang, but you can start callin’ it 4n (long live nedo)
uh, b*tch, we strapped with glocks and fns
ayy, thirty*six in all our weapons
n*ggas tried to walk down on me, arp showed them a lesson (boom)
ayy, b*tch, you can’t even walk, how the f*ck you steppin’?
yeah, heard he say he crackin’ threes, send that boy a message (genie talk)

- ybt lyrics

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