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friendly reminder - young m.a lyrics

[intro]
and i got shooters that’ll shoot (guess they in they feelings, bruh)
when you live by the gun, you live by them rules
if you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you (let’s get it)
blame what i went through

[verse 1]
soon as i get up out of bed, i grab my glock, make sure it’s c*cked
one in the head, i’m paranoid
wish i was not, wish it would stop
but it won’t, can’t trust a b*tch and f*ck an opp
that show i think, that’s how i move, that’s how i rock (uh)
shout out my block
man, we don’t respect you, boy, you talk to cops (you talk to cops)
i just bought a brand new draco, thirty shots (grrr)
oh, and a mop, and a helicop’ (grrr)
that’s a chop (grrr)
extra bullets in my socks just in case it’s up (it’s up, it’s up)
armed and dangerous (huh)
man, don’t play with us (man, don’t play with us)
we really rich, y’all really broke, f*ck you gon’ say to us? (f*ck you gon’ say to us?)
tell that man come get his b*tch, she tryna stay with us (ooh)
and i’m off that cognac (huh)
brand new piece, got it from luxe, look how they froze that (vvs)
still spendin’ money from 2016, bet they ain’t know that (know that)
they said i was broke, check my account, f*ck am i broke at?
yeah, snow that
i’m the big steppa (huh)
the big red, the big head (redlyfe)
ten n*ggas, that’s ten glizzy’s with ten legs (grr, grr, grr)
pillow talkin’ n*ggas, all in a b*tch bed (hoe)
don’t tell me about no hoe, f*ck what a b*tch said (hoe)
[pre*chorus]
y’all be on that he say, she say sh*t too much
man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
if your money low then get it up (get it up)
stop all that whinin’ sh*t, stop all that b*tchin’ up (p*ssy)
you wanna be rich or what?
you wanna die broke or live it up?

[chorus]
and i got shooters that’ll shoot
when you live by the gun, you live by them rules
if you ever did me wrong, no sympathy for you
blame what i went through
f*ck love, tough love, that’s all i knew
and when they count me out, i count my money too
sippin’ on some sh*t that got my head goin’
and if that n*gga end up dead, it’s probably ’cause he was dead wrong

[verse 2]
livin’ good but still could pull up in that ‘rari in the hood (skrr, skrr, skrr)
no bodyguards, just a couple shooters that will bend your hood (grr, grr, baow)
mob sh*t and we ain’t never on no star sh*t
just parked up with a couple n*ggas that will park sh*t (grrr)
lookin’ like a target but i’m cautious (uh*huh)
we not tryna end ya life so don’t start sh*t (no, don’t that)
big royce with the stars look like a starship (ooh, ooh)
.380, lil’ baby on me, that’s my dog sh*t (that’s my dog)
i’m the big don, the big pen, the big fish (big fish)
i’m with ten hitters, that’s ten glocks with ten clips (grr, grr)
they claim they real n*ggas but they got b*tch lips (mm*hmm)
don’t tell me about them n*ggas, they on some simp sh*t (mm*hmm)
[pre*chorus]
man, y’all be on that he say, she say sh*t too much
man, go get a buck (man, go get a buck)
if your money low then get it up (get it up)
stop all that whinin’ sh*t, stop all that b*tchin’ up (p*ssy)
you wanna be rich or what?
you wanna die broke or live it up?

- young m a lyrics

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