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i cant 2 - yecr lyrics

but none of y’all n*ggas sh*t gonna pop sh*t like i pop mines
i been pushing beams sh*t amazing i’m all time
and where i’m from yeah you don’t see that sh*t
a world war nine
might pop zit boy you be k!lling sh*t just hold it down

cause he know how they act
he know it can get wicked
my granny told me if they started man you gotta finish
i seen they let go of my eyes that sh*t had me tripping
i had to stay down with my problems wouldn’t let me keep the distance
ain’t none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
ey,wha
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
what, ey

most of the n*ggas i caught up
from the plug get shot when he run up
me and top we act dummer and dummer
ain’t no bad we gon turn into a drummer
n*ggas b*tches they feining off drama
and i’m tryna retire my momma
how they supposed cause i’m moon
that’s just how i just do what i do

i made a hundred and f*ck it right up
made another one and bought me a house
tell me the sh*t that you was talking about
you said you had it ion see it now

they told me stay humble i told em i can’t
act like if you would of had this bank
out the country i be going through phases
when im sleeping i be thinking about faces
zero five half the sh*t i be craving
mob times n*gga back quit playing
all eyes when they pull out they fan
i be praying to god i’m running from satan

none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
for real
and none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
ey, what
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
none of y’all n*ggas really gon pop sh*t like this
wah, ey

call my shooters they get wicked
i get the money we bussin his fidget
upppin that glock windows are tinted
you got sum b*tches but n0body in it

feel like a bird lil b*tch
eating yo b*tch desert lil b*tch
show them glocks ain’t scared lil n*gga
you got them racks yeah patek lil n*gga

yo b*tch wanna f*ck w me
cause she said my diamonds look like uzi
light skin b*tch last week brown skin b*tch
now mexican cs i be choosy
let them boys run the city i want the bread
she know i’m pimpin i still get the head
he wanna talk down we leaving em dead
chasing that xan yeah chasing that check

he ain’t got racks today
homie sn*tch yo chain n*gga u a loser
bad lil b*tch you know she bad
yeah she a snake just like medusa

f*ckin a b*tch once taking a cab
yeah that b*tch cause she a booster
ima grab my k they scared
cause they know ima young shooter
(yea, yea, yea)

her feelings gone change when i pull all these racks out
i love how she look when im blowing her back out
i might pop me perc but im never gone back blackout
just like wwe you get smackdown

i’m smoking flavor
oh my god
she just wanna f*ck me im a rockstar
she trynna f*ck with me cuz i get paper

she told she like everything that i like
i mix codeine with sprite thats whatever i like
i like sliding on opps we could green light all over they sh*t
you might wanna get you a pipe

yes i freestyle i will not write
got a glock 45 to my left and my right
met a b*tch at the party she let me inside
f*ck that b*tch in the cat with the hemi inside

b*tch im geeking, she say that she need me yea
she want to freak me, she can swallow s*m*n yea
i get turnt up than a motherf*ck
i know you see me now
codien potion got me floating b*tch im high up off the ground

- yecr lyrics

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