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12am - ysm dylan & ysm zayy lyrics

[intro: ysm dylan & ysm zayy]
yo zayy
yuh
you know what’s funny bro?
huh?
these people think they can actually f*ck with us
oh for real?
let’s show ’em what we’re made of bro
bet, bet, bet, bet, bet
on god let’s get it
on god
check it yo
uh yeah
two sides to the story
eh, eh

[verse 1: ysm dylan]
b*tch it’s 12am i can’t get no sleep (i can’t)
giving her the pipe i’m going really deep (b*tch)
me and zayy won’t stop till we are at the top (we won’t)
pull up with the switch we’re never gonna stop (grrr)
uh, yo, people got bad luck (they do)
i pull up with a stick and shoot the f*ckin’ puck (b*tch)
pеople talking sh*t but i do not give a f*ck (i don’t)
cause now wе’ve hit our peak and they’re still f*cking stuck (ha)
i just got some top that sh*t felt great (it did)
ysm the family we never gon’ be late (we won’t)
b*tch i’m still depressed but got so much on my plate
passin’ it to zayy cause these opps always hate (they do)
[verse 2: ysm zayy]
uh, opps always hate, run up on me be gone by the day
i point out the real and i point out the fake these n*ggas they envy don’t know why they hate
been blessed since a youngin’ can’t turn like a snake
i’m slidin’ on blocks i’ma shoot at his face ooh shoot at his face like ooh, shoot at his face
we spin on his block he get hit with like 50 some rounds
i’m shootin’ i’m knockin’ him down, i put on for the town
i’ma hit him put him in the ground
these bullets shh, don’t make a sound
these bullets shh, don’t make a sound
these bullets shh, don’t make a sound
these bullets shh, don’t make a sound
i’ma need me a crown cause i just beat it down

[interlude: william afton]
i always come back

[verse 3: ysm dylan]
now i came back, you know that’s a fact (b*tch)
b*tches on my d*ck they like it in the ass (they do)
pull up with the crew we’re never gonna lack (we won’t)
two sides to the story that is no cap (on god)
12am sh*t we gonna stay up (we will)
drink in my cup i pour it double cup (i do)
b*tches want my d*ck they begging like a pup (woah)
they always actin’ up cause we gonna go up (we will)
evil twin sh*t we were raised from h*ll (b*tch)
free all the brotha’s that are locked in a cell (free them)
standin’ on this cash i feel like uzi (i do)
call me stu macher cause b*tch i’m woozy (woah)
[verse 4: ysm zayy]
all on my d*ck, told her shut up
the money on me i’m runnin it up
it’s up then it’s stuck done ran out of luck
i’m all bout that cash i’m gettin these bucks
aye, i ball like i’m russ i ball like the thunder
you speak on the gang and i’m puttin’ him under
she sayin she love me i really do wonder
she sayin i’m dusty she wanted my number
she sayin i’m dusty she askin’ for s*x
i flex on a n*gga i do it the best
you run up on me boy you think this a test
you pass me the ball bet i dunk like i’m chet
ain’t done this to long but they think i’m a vet
i come in this bih bet i get me a check
they think i’m a bum but i ain’t like the rest
they say it’s a curse but i think that i’m blessed
they say it’s a curse but i think that i’m blessed
he flashin’ his stick boy i’m not really pressed
yo bih in the cut and she really obsessed
i run up the numbers i do it the best
i run up the numbers i do it the best
you talkin’ real tough you get hit in yo chest
they said i can’t do it i said thats a bet
they think that i’m stoppin’ i told em not yet aye

- ysm dylan ysm zayy lyrics

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