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feel like wayne - ybt lyrics

[intro]
let’s go
y’all know that i go crazy every time, n*gga (noan, you paid, boy)
you know what the f*ck goin’ on

[verse 1]
yeah, n*ggas change, but i swear this glizzy stay the same
i got tattoos on my body and my face, i feel like wayne (weezy)
yeah, pull up on that block and wet sh*t up, it look like rain (fah)
ayy, young n*gga get you twenty k, you can get johnny dangs (ice)
uh, free lil tony and paco, they need to free the gang
ayy, i been on the trail blazin’, b*tch, i feel like, d*mn (yeah)
yeah, “block hot”, remember i dropped that, they went insane
ayy, brodie put a b*tton on the glock, now it’s a hurricane (yeah)
yeah, b*tch, it’s time to spin, n*gga, ayy, come get in, n*gga (what?)
yeah, you ain’t gang, n*gga, huh, you can’t gеt in, n*gga
i stay strapped up with my pistol, do a walkdown with a six (shh)
n*gga did that sh*t and died, eithеr way they was gon’ get ya (bruh)
yeah, i don’t know why these n*ggas doin’ all that trollin’ (why?)
yeah, i don’t know how these street n*ggas steady foldin’ (how?)
yeah, dead opps, bro ‘nem say them n*ggas still smokin’
we gon’ separate your head from your neck, semicolon (get in, n*gga)
[interlude]
ayy, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up right quick (what the h*ll goin’ on, gang?)
i know that ain’t one of them n*ggas who is dissin’ on bro, n*gga, huh (i know that i ain’t them)
tss, okay, let’s get right
get up close (say that)
know what time it is, yeah (six)

[verse 2]
ayy, vrrt
we gon’ switch the whip, brrt
b*tch, you know that sound, you better duck before you get the smrrt
ayy, b*tch, you get smushed (yeah)
yeah, in the club a n*gga bound to die if i get pushed (crip)
ayy, yeah, so don’t push
yb’ six to the edge
b*tch, i’m crazy and i’m paranoid, but, n*gga, i ain’t scared
i could’ve dropped them racks, but i wanted do the hit instead
i wanna hit somethin’ in the head
i wanna knock somethin’ to the ground, this be the last n*gga that he stared (yeah)
we make the opp hoes suck d*ck, they crackin’ the fours and givin’ us los (yeah)
yeah, spent ten racks on clothes i don’t wear no more, n*gga, that sh*t old (no cap)
ayy, everything around my neck baguette, it look like on froze
yeah, out in l.a., i’m with rich swervin’ in a rolls (yeah, swervin’ in a rolls, n*gga)

- ybt lyrics

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