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shot back - young deion & rob49 lyrics

[intro: young deion]
yeah, big 49, big 4 god
50404
uh*uh*uh, yeah

[chorus: young deion]
anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (grr)
free the f*ckin’ woe, they got me, my n*ggas on high max
if he break the code, we get ’em gone fendi fact
two*hundred somethin’ rounds, i’m in this black truck with big pat (step on)
f*ck ’bout what you heard, we got ’em gone, you know we did that
n*gga made me mad, i flipped this clip, for sure you know that
i’m just tryna f*ck, i ain’t into pictures i don’t know kodak
could’ve k!lled his ass, the glock jammed, i had a promag
[verse 1: young deion]
uh, i can’t do no lyin’ up in these verses (no lie)
b*tch came with a bag, but she don’t know she leavin’ early (gotta go)
she done got a rich n*gga she asking me for purses (uh*uh)
let ’em play with this sh*t, we passin’ money just like emergency
pull up on yo’ homie, know he real fast (go, go)
gave that b*tch a couple thou’, look, like she bought a real ass (yeah)
know i got this switchiana, i might need another mag’
it ain’t even 9 o’clock, and i just got another bag
we was strikin’, we was usin’ waze app
ridin’ ’round with a couple clips, we givin’ fades now
she didn’t wanna f*ck me first, so f*ck it, i’ll pay now
babyc trap, woah, hold, sell a break down (babyc, babyc)

[chorus: young deion]
anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (we did)
free the f*ckin’ woe, they got me, my n*ggas on high max (free the woe)
if he break the code, we get ’em gone fendi fact (fendi fact)
two*hundred somethin’ rounds, i’m in this black truck with big pat (step on)
f*ck ’bout what you heard, we got ’em gone, you know we did that (did that)
n*gga made me mad, i flipped this clip, for sure you know that (knowin’ that)
i’m just tryna f*ck, i ain’t into pictures i don’t know kodak
could’ve k!lled his ass, the glock jammed, i had a promag (promag, promag)

[verse 2: rob49]
sh*t, yeah, that’s how it went (yeah)
i been out here trappin’, gettin’ my ms (i been out here trappin’, gettin’ my ms)
49 with the draco, glock, i slid by myself (yeah)
i, i, i ain’t never liked them n*ggas
f*ck ’em, let his mama love him (let his mama love him)
yeah, i know how it feel to come from nothin’ (i know how it feel to come from nothin’)
yeah, left wrist froze and my neck look like water (yeah)
i hang with them trappers and them murderers (i hang with them trappers and them murderers)
yeah, ak*47 on my lap in a lam’ truck (yeah)
i was swipin’ cards before this rap sh*t (swipin’ cards before this rap sh*t)
yeah, i was sellin’ weed but my daddy told me stop it (yeah)
but, i didn’t ’cause i know what kind of profit (b*tch)
i’m touchin’ everyday, i got good narcotics
[chorus: young deion & rob49]
anytime the shot was fired, you know we shot back (hahaha, yeah)
free the f*ckin’ woe, they got me, my n*ggas on high max (free the woe)
if he break the code, we get ’em gone fendi fact (fendi fact)
two*hundred somethin’ rounds, i’m in this black truck with big pat (step on)
f*ck ’bout what you heard, we got ’em gone, you know we did that (did that)
n*gga made me mad, i flipped this clip, for sure you know that (knowin’ that)
i’m just tryna f*ck, i ain’t into pictures i don’t know kodak
could’ve k!lled his ass, the glock jammed, i had a promag (promag, promag)

[outro: young deion]
brrt, yeah
glock jammed i had a promag
yeah, glock jammed i had a promag
keep that

- young deion rob49 lyrics

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