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i.h.a.h - yfg fatso lyrics

[intro]
spazz
cmon, cmon, cmon, cmon
(donte, you snapped on this one)
yea, you know how the f*ck we comin, cmon

[chorus]
we’ll create a [?] and step on a n*gga, you don’t want nun wit us
i’m clappin the ar pistol, the drac a missle, the 4 nick cuttin em up
she bragging about ha whistle, but that sh*t huff, she couldn’t even make me nut
journey glidin the amg we ridin, this ain’t no srt8 truck
the glock went bust, his blood dried, it’s blood ties to f*ck wit us
keep on hittin his head, we make him die bro i can’t even let him get up
keep on hittin this trigger, i need this n*gga, i don’t think i got em enough
they gave y’all thе lies, y’all brain fried, but we know who got touchеd

[verse]
i got this sh*t on lock, n*gga my lil brotha a king
my money den came a notch, i’m making a lot, they ain’t wantin a thing
d*ckride my opps, but don’t get dropped tryna pick up the wrong team
this sh*t hot [?] you shouldn’t have said a thing
b*tton onna back go frrrt [?]
i’m freddy, whenever i’m ready, if this sh*t heavy i’m coming inside yo dream
gravedigger, 7 and foenem ready to step on a n*gga and clean
this is not no fire drill lil b*tch my voice ain’t nun like veeze
we ain’t makin no disses, we just clappin the opps ain’t doin a lot
they be tellin me chill, i can’t never chill, they know i be shootin a lot
who you know 16 wit all this cream, they know i be doin a lot
i’m still a hot n*gga, whole time i need to stop, n*gga dual was way too hot
you ready to k!ll anybody, we comin to pop, n*gga we finna press yo block
i’m [?] my gun, ian tryna give you a plum, but i’m finna knock
i’m clappin ha out ha socks
she throw back never stop
hold up yo wrist or sum
this glock got..frrrt frrt, this glock got switch or sum
boa them boys b*tch as f*ck
they started it up wit lil reap nem, we ain’t gon end that, they shouldn’t have did it wit us
we don’t inherit no beef n*gga we don’t get in that, stop tryna kick it wit us
i’m back on them 4s again, the 23 pickin em up
she tryna play like a friend, it’s all pretend, she only had did it to f*ck
crime makers, and we grind babies, i’m in my, prime look up
we had em crying and shaking, he shouldn’t have been actin like that, why you playin so tough
you say youn roll no delta, but all that sh*t that you smokin is huff
one of them mention my name, i’m bringin the pain, on gang i’m puttin em up
most you n*ggas is lame, y’all only wanna be wit the gang cuz we goin up
i got this sh*t in my chain, for real for real, my name, i’m holdin it up
[chorus]
we’ll create a [?] and step on a n*gga, you don’t want nun wit us
i’m clappin the ar pistol, the drac a missle, the 4 nick cuttin em up
she bragging about ha whistle, but that sh*t huff, she couldn’t even make me nut
journey glidin the amg we ridin, this ain’t no srt8 truck
the glock went bust, his blood dried, it’s blood ties to f*ck wit us
keep on hittin his head, we make him die bro i can’t even let him get up
keep on hittin this trigger, i need this n*gga, i don’t think i got em enough
they gave y’all the lies, y’all brain fried, but we know who got touched

- yfg fatso lyrics

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