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oh no! - youngbagchasers lyrics

[intro]
whatever happened to the boy that i once knew? (ooh, sav k!lled it)
the boy who said he’d be true?
oh no, oh no
oh, no, no, no, no, no

[verse 1: reek12hunnit]
doa, dead on arrival, when we meet
we the face arrangers, pop right out that cut, put sh*t to sleep
on that block, that’s a opp, bro tap that switch, and watch it tweak
we got different glocks, for all these different opps, claimin’ this beef
he flipped in that car, he hopped off fast, man he ain’t a goner
we gon’ sell like nine right on the 9, but that’s what it took, we caught ’em
bro checked up thе side, don’t check the app, yеah this sh*t gettin’ normal
you f*ck with that side, we hit ya block, hondo, this sh*t torchin’
you gon’ blame the trollin’ for the passin’ of the dead, b*tch watch ya mouth
we them youngins that hop out and stand on biz, get that drop
’cause he was thinkin’ with his d*ck, that’s what it is, we get over
i know they mad cause what’s his name got put to bed

[verse 2: ybcdul]
12 did the race, they had ’em stuck in the crib, he still escape
we the ones that’s crackin’ tacos on tape
i just flew twenty p’s thru thirty states (how the f*ck i send twenty p’s?)
30 on my neck, that sh*t dancin’
let a n*gga tryn’ reach, he gettin’ zipped up
i’m just tryn’ drill, ten deep out the burban truck
how you in the streets, n*gga, you ain’t never heard of us?
bro put a switchy on the pound, that sh*t quick on the burner bus
i’m in love with money, i see the cash, i just get a rush
lil b*tch on my ass, she keep beggin’ me for different stuff
i got time for no b*tch, i just wanna bust a nut
i was servin’ n*ggas all day, my pockets got the lunch
brought this wock to the crib, all the bros said they got hum
i mix the buddy with the frow, that sh*t bang harder than runtz
[verse 3: f5ive]
spark up what’s his name, ’cause he gon’ get me higher
how you tryn’ beef with us, ain’t got whatever quire
how you a camper, you ain’t hit sh*t with no lighter
we had sparked quil up, but quil ended up a fighter
b*tch i’m with the bumblebee gang, and we got b’s
you gon d*i*e b*tch, if you throwin’ up them 3s
hit that cut, and wet it up, and spray it like febreeze
you ain’t even seen it comin’, now he screamin’ out, “breathe”
snipe a runner, hold up, wait i got ’em, let me chase ’em down
he ain’t see it comin’, now he twitchin’ on that ground
switchy, we got 30’s, we got 50’s, we got pounds
lil bro in love with his soul, his life upside down
you ain’t got no body, you can’t roll with us

- youngbagchasers lyrics

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