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gang remix - ymm almighty lyrics

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[intro]
aye yuh hold up
aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

[verse 1 : ymm almighty]
aye why the f*ck y’all b*tch n*ggas
hating uh i’m just tryna get the
money why you hating b*tch

n*ggas talking all that sh*t he can catch a clip when we pull up with the gang we don’t f*cking miss

why you talking all that sh*t you a f*cking b*tch f*ck yo b*tch from the back she gone suck on my d*ck

n*ggas talking all that sh*t and i carry a stick run up on me guarantee we gone f*cking hit him b*tch

n*gga really you a b*tch n*ggas talking sh*t but i’m just tryna catch the smoke

n*ggas run up these n*ggas cannot catch the smoke n*gga talking sh*t smoke you like some f*cking dope

uh you a b*tch uh n*gga you a broke uh you can’t f*ck with us uh you can’t hang wit us

n*ggas talking all that sh*t gone bring the gang wit us n*ggas talking all that sh*t guarantee we gone spray with it

uh yеah you get sprayed with a mac n*ggas talking all that bet thеm choppas hit your back got them 223s aim at your back n*ggas talking on me guarantee he get clapped

f*ck n*gga talking on the gram he a b*tch if a n*gga run up guarantee he get the clip n*gga talking on me i’ll aim at your lip 30 thousand on a fit came with some drip
uh yeah got that gucci and that bape on me n*gga talking all that i’m tryna run the league n*ggas talking this sh*t i’m tryna make it to the league n*gga talking all that sh*t then them choppas hit your feet

yeah uh and them bullets hit your feet they gon make a n*gga dance make a n*gga milly rock n*gga talking on me i’ll hit ‘em wit a mop big 30 on me we go shoot you get popped b*tch

[verse 2: cashhx prahfitz]
get popped b*tch

show these n*ggas how we really rock sh*t show these n*ggas how i really pop sh*t

4 glocks in my f*cking pocket
ain’t n0body f*cking wit my rockets

ain’t n0body really wanna stop this
yeah stop this
young money almighty got this
cashh p x b*tch rock sh*t
ain’t n0body tryna come rock this

yeah yeah yeah
ima show these n*ggas where i’m motherf*cking at
ima show these how it is in the f*cking trap

yeah 4g baby 4g got the bag we need more money
if you want some money you gotta show money

[verse 3: ymm abstract]
look i’m so tired of these mothaf*cking sneak dissers
gotta choppa, extended clips with a heat sensor
gotta run with a hundred bands, do you understand

i could never be a man unless i got a gram

gotta stack it up with my hands up the ceiling fan

they know that i’m about to get this poppin like a f*cking xan

i be gettin to the money like a boss a lot

i be gettin to the money like a honey shop

let me see you put your hands up, when you gettin shot

if you not talking no money, then whatchu talking bout;

i ain’t playin i ain’t talkin but you talking loud
i just bought a new whip, i’ll throw the deuces out

i split two on my crew and then i’m heading out

and everybody know me i got a lot of clout
i got a lot of jewelry that’ll make you shout
with precision, not missing so i will take aim

i will leave your body lying with no remains
i can make a million in the game with no fame

on my own so i can make it to the next plane

stunning all of you n*ggas just like i’m bruce wayne

- ymm almighty lyrics

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