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stuck with - young six lyrics

[?producer tag?]
flap cartel
slap slap slap on the floor

chorus
sending shots to the suckers they ain’t bulletproof
sending shots to the shotters what i’m supposed to do
sending shots to the suckers they ain’t bulletproof
sending shots to the shotters what i’m supposed to do

how he pouring up bricks but only got a deuce
how he ain’t f*cking with suckers but he cool with dude
i ain’t got time for that f*ck sh*t
always on my dm or texting me on some f*ck sh*t
i ain’t got time for that f*ck sh*t
came into the game with my brothers who i’m stuck with

[youngsix] verse 1
waist high up in the streets see how i’m deep up in it
ain’t see your face in a while but it’s gonna be a minute
red bottoms on my feet i be walking christian
keep talking that tough sh*t you gon be a victim
next day got his loaf now his momma missing
ain’t been worried about the opps they been moving messy
i been in and out of state b*tch i’m getting busy
popped a perky with some wocky now i’m feeling dizzy
[?]
wouldn’t talk about it right now but i understand
rip to all my guys but i just had to say it
sh*t’s been heavy on my mind i been thinking lately
if i die to [?] y’all would sh*t be the same
take away your momma’s tears and fill mine with pain
i ain’t mean to take it there cudi i’m the same
i been getting to this money and it’s in your name
i don’t give a f*ck if people don’t f*ck with me
[?]
i don’t give a f*ck if people don’t f*ck with me
when you lose ten brothers ain’t sh*t easy
chorus
sending shots to the suckers they ain’t bulletproof
sending shots to the shotters what i’m posed to do

how you pouring up bricks but only got a deuce
how you f*cking with suckers but he cool dude
i, ain’t got time for that f*ck sh*t
always on my dm or texting me on some f*ck sh*t
i, ain’t got time for that f*ck sh*t
came into the game my brothers i’m stuck with

[philthy rich]
f*ck my ex b*tch for the h*ll of it
only smoke exotic for the smell of it
ziploc baggy cut four cones
four hoes thumped down on four corners
hit the dice game for a soft ten
suckers froze up when i walked in
this rollie on my wrist cost an 80 piece
blood got evicted couldn’t pay the lease
all them death threats you got a vacuum up
i f*ck with real n*ggas up in yakima
3600 for this [?]
a lot of fake love let me know it’s real

- young six lyrics

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