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overkill - ys lyrics

[intro: ys]
ayy (westside, we goin’ for the overk!ll)
look (campanella gang)
(it’s your boy dj tray)

[chorus: ys]
we goin’ for the overk!ll
i’m in the field where it’s real (where it’s real)
tote a steel while i’m runnin’ up a mil’
blood, we goin’ for the overk!ll (overk!ll)
heart cold, i don’t feel (i don’t feel)
man down, now you know this sh*t is real (now you know this sh*t is real)
blood, we goin’ for the overk!ll
i’m in the field where it’s real (whole stash)
tote a steel while i’m runnin’ up a mil’ (bands, bands)
blood, we goin’ for the overk!ll
heart cold, i don’t feel (i don’t feel)
man down, now you know this sh*t is real
blood, wе goin’ for the overk!ll

[verse 1: ys]
ayy, i’m with some n*ggas that’ll pop up (pop up)
pick that mop up and go and clean your whole block up (clean your whole block up)
street sweep a n*gga whole block with that chop, huh (that chop, huh)
and i’m from campanella gang, they can’t stop us (nah)
pour a four in my sprite, we don’t do the fanta (h*ll nah)
probably ridin’ in the hood in a f*ckin’ phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
torch a n*gga with that nine or that smith & wesson (or that smith & wesson)
i’ma give that boy a halo, hope he catch a blessing (skrrt)
i be thuggin’, i be trippin’ with convicted felons (convicted felons)
man down, headshot, bust a n*gga melon
hit your block with that chop, call it 9/11 (9/11)
we gon’ bomb the whole building, man, we like some terrorists (like some terrorists)
in the set, i’m a vet and that’s no queston (no question)
to the opps, i’m a threat with that pole blammin’ (pole blammin’)
slide through, bounce out, we with all that (we with all that)
catch a n*gga slippin’, man down in all black (man down)

[verse 2: rucci]
ayy, ayy, we goin’ for that overk!ll (go)
bullets gon’ hit him just like holyfield (go, go)
show him how that 40 feel (how that 40 feel)
i’m off drugs, so you know the deal (what?)
holy moly, swear i’m a shooter like kobe
okay, like right now i’m strapped in the booth with a yop (go)
had to pipe down the white down, it turned me to a shotta
got my ice out, you reach for my sh*t, it’s a problem (what?)
blocka (what?), blocka (what?), blocka (go, go)
spill a four of wock’ on my jeans, i’m an addict (huh?)
dawg, this an s 450, i might crash it (skrrt, skrrt)
if i seen an opp, then i’m hopping out in traffic (take off)
ayy, i’m with white john, we in the game like madden
you walk around strapless, callin’ ys like, “what’s brackin’?”
from bompton to inglewood, i’m somethin’ like a savage (savage)
toe taggin’ (ayy, what?), bodybaggin’ (bodybaggin’)
’bout that 187 like my daddy

[outro: ys]
we goin’ for the over—

- ys lyrics

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