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lightwork freestyle - ys (9th street) lyrics

[verse 1: ys]
the shotgun got length
can’t you tell by the way that i step
3 y.b, that’s shanks in chest
just caught me a opp who’s next
just caught me a yute so that’s one less
i tell bro don’t shoot, it’s bless
i got do road now my lightie is vexed
traphouse, everyone hungry
a n*gga tryna eat still scr*pe what’s left
i know n*ggas that are trapping out of cunch and some of my bros swing packs in ends
and more time man glide in cars and some of my bros do drills on peds
swerving, dodging the feds
rise that, slapping at heads, spin back thru’ tryna hit him again
and it’s a joke till that i back that smoke and i let that go
is he backing his friend?
would you hold his wap for a g?
if not, thеn i’m f*cking your friend
and she like that thе way that we do it
she says she wan’ to come to the ends
still laugh ‘cah they obviously went through it
tell them go ride for their friends

[verse 2: tblackz]
opps ain’t sh*t some pr*cks, no th*rn
guys talking live on the net
but live in the flesh i’mma send that corn
really put knives in your chest when i get vexed then flesh get torn
really got guys in the check, phone live in the text, girl are wanting more
she don’t like when the b*tch come pure
put blades in tops, couldn’t care ’bout his build
the man get wrapped, no quilt
i spilled that juice, no [?]
i done it bare times, still feel no guilt
and no one can tell me about the field i’m bringing my sword i ain’t bringing no shield
my n*gga r9 can reveal on a glide on a bike got me feeling that thrill
and a diamond and a dough what you want man got that
just got a link for the dots for the low, man contact guys and cop that
just got the [?], man chop that pack, man pebble it down, make prof’ back
take chase from the feds, fence hopped that, get away quick till the ends man jog back
[verse 3: ys]
like how can they give man chat?
we score and they don’t come back
like f*ck all the opps get slapped
my aunty still give man chat
mum said, “son, do better than that”
and i still get stress from my yat
talking about she wanna have kids and that
i told her i ain’t into all dat
right now baby my mind is on my stack
opps, run and trip and get splashed
feds wanna cuff up the gang
what you know about two*man up in the pc x and they ain’t letting it bang
and i ain’t seen bro in a sec, can’t wait till my broski lands
and i ain’t seen bro in a sec, can’t wait till my broski lands

- ys 9th street lyrics

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