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bubble guts - yn que lyrics

[intro: yn que]
aw man
yes, sir

[verse 1: yn que]
young n*gga get the bag and i—
young n*gga get the bag in and i double up
bro got the trap house jumpin’ like double dutch
when i run out of lean, i get bubble guts
put myself between ten hoes— haha
put myself between ten hoes, tell ’em huddle up
baby, don’t you come here by yourself, baby, bundle up
i got a bad korean b*tch with a bubble b*tt
baby, don’t be in my dm ‘less you tryna f*ck
yeah
countin’ all this godd*mn— aight
countin’ all this godd*mn money
countin’ all this godd*mn money, caught a paper cut
i’ll put the— sh*t
i’ll put the popper to his head like a taper cut
bad freaky b*tch steady blowin’ up my phone, tryna f*ck for free (nah)
you gotta pay to f*ck
young n*gga smashin’ all the hoes in the back, throwin’ up a b
hah, make n*ggas hate the buck
young n*gga got the hoes trippin’ like we laced the blunt
we’ll stomp a n*gga out with a hundred feet, ain’t no one*on*ones
pull up to a n*gga block and make him drop the gun
‘za got a n*gga out of breath, i gotta cop new lungs
[verse 2: baglife tee]
shot so many shots out the glocks, i had to buy new guns
paranoid when i’m on the block, i even watch the sun
go to neimans when i want to shop ’cause they show me love
then i’m goin’ up to saks fifth to spend an extra dub
hah, man, you n*ggas scrubs
if i ain’t walkin’ ’round with the drac’, then the gen tucked
i really want a tank just to blow you n*ggas’ cribs up
i know you n*ggas heard of yn jay, well, this his big bruh
yeah, this my n*gga que
i bet you seen me shoot a hundred rounds if he get a cue
i hate when new n*ggas come around, i be like, “who is you?”
if a n*gga ever talkin’ foul, i’ma give him two
yeah, b*tch, i’m talkin’ shots
spin your block a hundred times until they tell me stop
hit your block and shoot two glocks, i bet a body drop
we was maskin’ up way before covid even dropped
i hate when n*ggas flexin’ with the ‘bows like they on the block
and these n*ggas hoes, you can’t tell me that these n*ggas not
a lot of n*ggas startin’ to hit the road, i’d rather beat the block
if a n*gga ever play me like a ho, he gon’ meet my glock
hmm, i’m just bein’ honest
n*ggas b*tch, they don’t need hats, they really need bonnets
man, ain’t this sh*t ironic?
how i leave my wallet in the car, but then forget my rocket?
how you bring your gun out the house, but forget to pop it?
shoot the cannon at a n*gga face like my name block logic
in the field, i run the best plays like i’m tyler lockett
in the field, i run the best plays, can’t no one stop me
man, n*ggas gettin’ too c*cky
shiesty n*ggas come around us, we yell, “kemosabe”
everything i say hot and spicy, call me wasabi
que, if a n*gga ever try me, lay him next to kyrie
hmm, you know this tool be by me
n*gga ever reach for my chain, it’s gon’ resort to violence
last n*gga played with my name got left in silence
always see me ridin’ with my k ’cause i got my license

- yn que lyrics

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