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conspiracy v2 - ytb fatt & lil durk lyrics

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
ss, huh, what you ridin’ in? a trackhawk jeep
every n*gga i f*ck with, they— ss, every n*gga i f*ck with, they use they feet
comin’ back in the game how i came (i’m on it), we gon’ start by stoppin’ by the trenches
we gon’ start by cuttin’ every n*gga off that ain’t handlin’ f*ckin’ business
i remember them places them guns got buried, i remember them days them bullets flew over my head
i remember the fully— frr, frr, by my dreads
huh, i’ll give a man they props
it ain’t real if hе ain’t shot, should’ve been shot
that sh*t he showin’, i think that’s all he got
i ain’t gon’ liе, i seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back, he punched the pot

[chorus: ytb fatt]
uh, this sh*t done got serious, i told every n*gga i love, “don’t call my phone” (they watchin’ us)
this sh*t done got serious, no lie, all these federal phones (they tapped)
this sh*t got serious, i know some n*ggas locked by the phone (conspiracy)
this sh*t got serious, i know some young n*ggas that’ll really come chop up your home
ss, this sh*t got serious, there goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone
ss, this sh*t got serious, i know some n*ggas that’s never comin’ home
huh, i’m finna upgrade all my jewelry, i’m finna turn up my links
huh, ss, i had the hood fox and them on security right ‘cross the street, ss

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
’cause they know i got more checks to pick up
huh, they know i’ma chop it right with ’em
huh, they know i got a career, if it come down to it, i’ma hit the drac’ with ’em
huh, they know i’ll never forget where i’m from, never think that i’m bigger than this sh*t
i know i ain’t got no business at the store, so i hurry up and grab my kit
huh, i ain’t the type of n*gga to take out my phone, record, and go live and sh*t
huh, i know a couple n*ggas that done broadcast this sh*t, got hit in they sh*t (smoked)
i know they catch me at this store right now, they gon’ swing on this b*tch
huh, if i see a car rush into the parkin’ lot, i left*right the switch
[interlude: lil durk]
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
man, they ain’t never seen no motherf*ckin’ fox link up with a goat, you know that
go (man, what?)

[verse 3: lil durk]
(go)
.223 to his cranium, now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (brrah)
f*ckin’ on an opp b*tch, f*ck a location, my shooters gon’ stay in the car (stay in the car)
f*ckin’ on a top b*tch, she told me personally wuk can stay and watch (go)
n*ggas count your pockets (woo), n*ggas be thinkin’ they you (yeah)
(b*tch)
courtside at the sky game, hundred on me, tellin’ angel reese to shoot (shoot, shoot, shoot)
drac’ on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two
street n*ggas get robbed for anything, that’s how they image reduce (yeah)
all type of baddies be on me heavy, i might send ’em to zeus (yeah)
same n*gga in the feds who had your back, send that n*gga a deuce (yeah)
pushin’ p, not a truce, matter of fact, tell j mane to send me some whoops (whoop)
h*llstar with a louis bucket, y’all know smurk be thuggin’ (facts)

i don’t look up to n*ggas we call ogs, them n*ggas ain’t taught me nothin’ (go)
daddy went to jail and he left that money, them n*ggas ain’t bought me nothin’ (n*ggas ain’t)
n*ggas paid five thou’*wow for a pint, mm, this sh*t got serious (sh*t got serious)
(yeah)
you talk too much, lil’ brother, calm down, how they know who you k!lled? (go)
you talk too much, lil’ brother, calm down, the feds know who you is (go, man, what?)

- ytb fatt lil durk lyrics

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