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rebellious - young slo-be lyrics

[intro: ebk juvie]
we outside
b*tch, i’m getting mad
we outside after hours like we working
but don’t work shifts

[verse 1: ebk juvie & young slo*be]
we outside after hours like we work shifts
play it sl!ck but watch bro, he look nervous
step back, pull up from deep like i’m irving
leave a n*gga stiff, he ’bout to blitz, he need [?]
i know i hit his b*tch, oh well, that was on purpose
oh my, and free my n*ggas out that jammy
i don’t really f*ck with these ducks, they all daffy
real savage in my city like [?]
most these n*ggas b*tch, on the clique, if you ask me
catch me on montclair or belair, i’m on them backstreets
been the same since i was a kid, you could ask [?]
ten ps, i’m finna bust ’em like i’m [?]
you can’t talk that gangster sh*t, n*gga, you gotta show me
cook a n*gga soul with this pole, turn him to roast beef
tryna do right but somehow i find the wrong thing
[?], bro a shooter, he just gon’ squeeze
don’t get dropped for tryna be gang and rep the wrong thing (stupid)
aye, lil n*gga, and rep the wrong thing (it’s the gang)
[verse 2: young slo*be]
slo*be with the toolie, aye, but i ain’t juvie though
two fifties, hundred clips, we shoot movie rolls
aye, i know these glocks look like twins but these different poles
finna toss this glock 21, it got your n*gga gone
aye, aye, n*gga, i’m out of state with it
boy, i let this chop go to work, it do bad business
aye, aye, posted in the hood but only for a minute
oowee, beat that road up, really road tripping, n*gga
i’m ng21, what you n*ggas mean?
this forty wake a n*gga ass up and end a n*gga dream
now his ass put to sleep like some promethazine
all my n*ggas shooting guards, n*gga, free the team
you can catch me with that b*tch, she’s always making cents
b*tch, you ain’t get up off your ass, you ain’t making cents

[verse 3: ebk durk]
aye, n*gga, we don’t make diss songs
for all you suckers speaking on lay, you ain’t gon’ live long
hollow tips’ll change the way he p*ssing, make him sh*t wrong
tryna bl!ck, i almost broke my wrist but i ain’t miss though
[?] politicking with my hoodlums, i’m with bris folks (with 42)
n*ggas [?] with that b*tch, he in that [?]
hit the road with twenty bowls but it’s a risk though
just ’cause she a f*g with the trap don’t mean this sh*t slow
stop thinking this sh*t smoothie, on the b we really strip folks
my whiteboy hit my phone with twenty ps, blood, what they hit for?
oowee, in other words, b*tch, we gon’ take those
no, i can’t bend nor change, i been this way since eight years old
dracos with that [?], no pump faking, we gon’ take his pole
n*ggas ain’t real, they really fake, they just gon’ play the role
free all of my brothers out that cage, they into taking souls
i put that on my mother, i won’t squeal or never break the code
free [?], on the g, yeah, that’s my baby woe
aye, n*gga, hey, and that’s on anything
ng, pull up to montclair, we selling everything
hit the greyhound with eight pound, f*ck a airplane
i’m [?], real don dada, you can ask [?]
i passed the street test, n*gga, still yelling, “f*ck college”
you will never catch me slipping, b*tch, i keep it tucked by me
you will never catch me slipping, b*tch, i keep it tucked by me

- young slo be lyrics

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