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i miss zomb - youngbagchasers lyrics

[intro: hopoutbl!ck]
(hombre, made da beat d*mn it)
hopout, hopoutbl!ck n*gga
hopoutbl!ck, hopoutbl!ck, hopoutbl!ck n*gga (bardaproducer)
i got fetty on me right now (1hundro did it again)
hopoutbl!ck, hopoutbl!ck

[verse 1: hopoutbl!ck]
we was in that kia fishing, prayin’ that we catch a vic
i catch a wsm n*gga on my man, he gettin’ sent
and they like what’s that on your gun, lil n*gga this a switch
and i’m the biggest torcher, n*gga i just sent the blitz
ain’t no chillin’, cause once i f*ck, you gotta dip
a n*gga try run, the yopp made him do a flip
and i just diors, i ain’t f*ckin with the ricks
i can’t leave this b*tch alone, cause when i’m f*ckin she got grip
i can’t leave the crib alone, i got [?] on my hip
and cam got cooked cause he was talking out his lips
we in beef with the whole city, we ain’t got no picks
we caught a n*gga, then we chased him out his kicks
i like the arp with me, it ain’t got no kick
in la traffic, got me running with the bl!ck
well if he shoot, my twin like mello on them hits
n*gga tried talk, i told him shut up, you a b*tch
who i want smoke, ion know, i can’t pick
i need a new pack, i’m trying hop out with a switch
[verse 2: 9side ree]
i can’t wait to catch a opp, i got so much f*ckin anger
wanna hang with them? they in so much f*ckin danger
bro bang the glock a few times and every time i roll
i’m so trigger happy, i shoot every time i pose
30 shot stick, that b*tch pokin’ through my shirt
you can’t run when we shoot, b*tch i feel like lil durk
y[?] tried slide, p[?] sent the blitz then
you don’t wan get shot, don’t be in them pics then
i don’t put these hoes inside my beef, that’s b*tch sh*t
i don’t play that field without my cleats, that’s big sh*t
we don’t give a f*ck about they wreck, we tried ’em
he was tryn’ play ball on our side and we fried him
i’m smoking 3 with lil snipe, them n*ggas vapes
but i smoke q5 and lil booga too, they shake
we four deep, masked up inside that chevy
what’s his name gon’ die soon, have y’all paragraphs ready
lot of n*ggas food down, they ain’t even did it, they spaghetti
yes i heard of nardo wick, i got my ratchet at that getti
yes i heard of nardo wick, i got my gun when i pump my gas
fingerf*ck that b*tch, the switches come out way too fast
he was in that wheel so i start bl!ckin’ through that glass
i like lil top on that court, that boy bad

[verse 3: mere pablo]
n*ggas hear that stutter, they start stumblin’ and trippin’
this 40 a big b*tch, it got turkey b*tts and titties
before them n*ggas got to turn around, it started glitchin’
brodie hoppin’ out that g, like what’s all that dissin’?
this a big 4 pound, ain’t walkin’ round with no smithon
bro just tapped that b*tch twice on your man, he wouldn’t miss him
and you who did that sh*t to your [?], come get with him
ain’t n0body from qrizzy block ain’t never catch no k!llin’
so many shots we got on us, they said we do too much
i had to tell lil meir calm down, he tryn’ shoot too much
the 4 ain’t never on they block, we made them pack it
switchy glizzy start actin up, tap it twice, this fast as f*ck
he caught a headshot outta bound, they shoulda told him duck
that milli made a mess, i bet that [?] n*gga got stuck
that switchy left him on his couch and he still ain’t get up
they got imaginary bodies, they just make sh*t up
[bridge: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
and ion give a f*ck who you is, n*gga, i will disrespect you
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe

[verse 4: ybcdul]
i was providing for the guys when i had 700 dollars
but what you think i did when i got my first hunnid thousand?
spoke on josh, went straight to crazy ryan crib and we bonded
zomb just kept slidin’, he said i got show n*ggas i still got it
i told bro if you with it then i’mma back ya play
he said bro let’s bend the 9, we hit that block the same day
we got our drop, they said they found out where jeezy stay
zomb and eem suit up, told ’em i’mma take the easy way
now we outside his crib, smokin’ weed just chillin’
and they can’t see us cause you know the wheel tinted
and his b*tch walked outside the crib, and we start grinnin’
she don’t think it’s three n*ggas in the wheel, which [?] gon’ k!ll em?
the cops parked across the street and f*cked our plans up
bro just came through with the yopp, like free bandup
and every time we get a drop, you know we come through f*ck sh*t up
when murda lok jump out that ride, he send sh*t up, it’s just a must

[outro: ybcdul]
n*gga, it’s mr disrespectful
they know i really diss the dead, yea that’s my f*ckin special
this that disrespectful music
ion give a f*ck who you is, if you ain’t got no pics

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