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ion wanna talk - ybt lyrics

[intro]
(and i got the yayo)
i don’t wanna talk about that glizzy ’cause that’s all i know
i don’t wanna talk about that glizzy ’cause that’s all i know (ayy, this a hit right here)

[verse]
i don’t wanna talk about that glizzy ’cause that’s all i know
ayy, they said i wouldn’t make it, 2019 i had proved ’em wrong (no cap)
yeah, i don’t never rap about these b*tches ’cause they all some hoes
ayy, she say, “i just gave you some good head, now put me in a song” (uh)
huh, yeah, hoes be funny, b*tch be mad i ain’t givin’ up money
huh, yeah, my n*gga told me, “trust no b*tch, don’t be no dummy” (uh, nah)
ayy, i counted up me a hundred, these n*ggas ain’t never seen fifty, that’s why i ain’t trippin’ (yeah)
yeah, i’m in the stu’ full of n*ggas and we all from four different cities, don’t ask why i’m grippin’
“what’s that in your cup?” you know what i’m sippin’
yeah, i don’t even sip lean, but i’m sippin’
yeah, i don’t wear no flag, but i’m crippin’ (crip)
ayy, i keep a mop, b*tch, i ain’t slippin’
ayy, i’m so fresh, they takin’ pictures
your brother just died, you should’ve went with him (yeah)
ayy, i would’ve shot all three if i could’ve
ayy, lucky y’all didn’t lean all out the window (d*mn)
yeah, n*ggas lucky, i know they like, “bro, i’m glad that he ain’t touch me” (bah)
uh, but i know the one i hit like, “d*mn, this n*gga busted me” (urgh)
yeah, lil’ ho say she love me, she ain’t even get to f*ck me (what?)
uh, that’s how i know hoes be lyin’, they just want my money (ha)
i’m too high for this, n*ggas know that i get high as sh*t (yeah)
ayy, i be high and sh*t, i might up and blow that fire and sh*t (boom)
yeah, n*ggas hide and sh*t, so we play hide and seek and find sh*t (bingo)
ayy, i might text an opp like i’m outside, play with this money sh*t (ah ha)
yeah, b*tch, i’m a gemini, so i do that
i got a big*ass glock with all these shots, you think that i ain’t gon’ shoot that?
ayy, b*tch, i’m a k!ller, i thought that you knew that
fan*ass b*tch was tryna record me, i told her, “don’t do that” (nah)
yeah, she say, “boy, you actin’ bougie,” like, “yeah, no, don’t do that” (ha)
yeah, take me through the four, i already know where i’m gon’ shoot at (come on, bae)
uh, soon as they come from ’round the buildin’, me and lil’ bruh gon’ do that (ha)
ayy, i just had like sixty racks in the club, these n*ggas ain’t toppin’ that (nah)
ayy, keep that b*tch beside me, i ain’t gotta ask bro where my chopper at (that b*tch right beside me)
[outro]
your ho right beside me
racks in my pocket
huh, glizzy in it, boom, by the pocket
huh, that b*tch on my hip, n*ggas know i’m the biggest crip
n*ggas play, get that lil’ b*tch out of here, gang

- ybt lyrics

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