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deranged undead - ygn squadz lyrics

ygn sinnerz*
all of my fam be stashing’, we ’bout that action
we finna ’cause a disaster
run up on me and i’m blastin’, you to bits, that’s provoked assault
now we’re chanting “come back legion”
i don’t f*ck with you, you’re all average
i play target practice, call it a sin
i tell you mentally, you’re not sane enough for me, if you can’t understand my brain
ayy, i do it for midnight
run up on me and i’m screaming it’s a nightmare
just like pac*man, biting dust
we pull out the uzi’s, tell humanity don’t consume our mentality, already f*cked in the head
you all wanna be the ones taking down the oppression, but that’s my shift, followed by ezzy
all of the crew be dapping, when we reach out, we just hear “huh, uh, i don’t care”
what’d she say? i tell that b*tch talk to the piece

ygn dripmasterz *
huh*whuh*yuh
democrat*demorat yuh, where you mothaf*ckas at
huh throw a motherf*cking
bullet yo’ way
yuh hunt you b*tches down
see you scream
scramble cry
yuh off my face
i love to see you cry
huh, i love to see you cry
yuh, don’t f*ck with me
cuz i bag off yo’ tears, wuh
we jus’ commited a mass*shooting
we jus’ got away with murder
yuh, we jus’ ended the liberals
we jus’ saved america, yuh
but she cry, yuh, yeah she cried
don’t f*ck with me
jus’ commited a mass shooting
i’m the mafia on this sh*t
yeah she cried, yeah
yeah she just cried
ygn squadz *
we ’boutta cause a disaster, my piece got your mothaf*ckin name imprinted, finna turn you into a ghost now they should call you connor
like a book we owning that chapter
he ain’t got no humanity, only l*st, but i’m a f*cking decider of fate, you can just call me grim reaper at this point, like dahmer we feasting on your bits
four hundred rounds, then i shoot up the mall
moving too slow, but it’s time to go faster
look at the lights in the distance, you know you f*cked up
and that’s your f*ckup, finna get the swat after the undead army
i just popped a grave, let’s start taking notes
guess i can apply to duke, professor of reaping
you talkin’ too loud so lower your tone
they want me to fall but i ain’t gon’ trip
you talkin’ real crazy, get stabbed in the hip
you wanted a lesson but here’s a tip
young grown nation, we up in this b*tch
you can’t f*ck wit’ us, ’cause i heard you a mothaf*ckin’ snitch
up on my d*ck, since vibez got clapped, aye
undead army, yeah that’s my motherf*ckin’ clique
40 clips in your skull, leave you for the fishes
geah young vibez, be proud of your accomplishment, helping psycho’s see light
b*tches jus’ scream, “oh f*ck, it’s squadz!”
mothaf*ckas fear the reaper, not the ghost
got two 44’s with me, then a k, so this is a triple threat
but got three homies by my side, that’s a quad threat
geah!
ygn knucklz *
i’m so f*cked up on the inside
i’m so used to showing the outside
and i’mma let him cum on the insiiiiii*ya!
i’mma let the beat*drop
pull up on a f*cking b*tch
let the 43 drop
gonna cop that motivation
like it’s candy out a van ya
hubby loves me
even tho i think he’s faded, geah
pull my smile into a one*eighty
we got big*booms, 21’s and now bro
big booms
make the gloom go away
volunteers line up
cuz ezzy is cleaning
depression is fading, yuh
better line up, and play the game now
but don’t go
digging up our back yard
might catch a body or two

ygn kglockz *
hm, mm, ayy
young grown nation, ayy
young grown nation
ayy, i just bought the piece
kids actin’ like they ’bout it boy until it’s hammer time
and sinnerz gon’ ride for me, in his pocket is dead iron
one call, i get ’em gone
we power*playing
people running their mouths
boy you better, what you get into?
i got a couple glocks
if you talkin’ indirectly, this ain’t a warning, it’s a threat
gloves on, all black, dump them in with the gators
raleigh full of cold*play, we’re just savages
this a throwaway i know they can’t trace what is already dead
your family, they won’t think twice
i put that knife in her, and i call it art
you got a piece, so do i, but i hold no regrets
and you can look me in my eyes, we ain’t the same kind
we ’bout that purge, but you are toxic
and the clip as long as a selfie*stick
if you ain’t talkin’ about guns for hire, you’re for us
and baby, this isn’t merc*sh*t, it’s a whole family of reapers
tryna say that she love me, i’m intelligent
all these pipsqueaks amateurs, i’m a veteran
stick came with a stoop, better get it quick
picture perfect, that’s a tiktok
a young nation spazz we don’t do no talkin’
my young spazzin, no talkin’
don’t do no talkin’, don’t do no talkin’
my young spazzin’, they don’t do no talkin, just screaming, woo!
ygn is out the house! thank you devils!

- ygn squadz lyrics

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