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gangsta of the year - ytb fatt lyrics

[verse 1]
n*gga, stop the car right here
i ain’t get on xxl ’cause i was tryna win gangster of the year
when i was down bad on my ass, ’cause they ain’t stop the car, they had pushed the gear
p*ssy, you ain’t got motion, i peeped your game, you got motion once a year
tax time, i got rich and my city got mad at me
f*ck your feelings, before this sh*t, n*gga, you ain’t go half with me
i’m frontline for myself, n*gga, for the sh*t, i’ll catch a first degree
i’m frontline for hood, n*gga for this sh*t, i’ll clear the street
these n*ggas love & hip hop in this sh*t
this rapper the next rapper b*tch
i was gettin’ too nice and friendly, so i backed back and upped my f*ckin’ bl!ck
i don’t wanna link with you b*tches, i’m on some foxes only sh*t
try to set me up, i’ma take this glock and slap a b*tch, why you try that sh*t?
i ain’t gon’ lie, every young n*gga in my city gon’ shoot, they ain’t callin’ quits
all them young n*ggas rap, but i was the first to make five hundred off this sh*t
racks, all them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain’t even picture this
now when i go to the hood, it’s seventy thousand and seven dracs on me

[interlude]
n*gga, this sh*t foxes only with me, n*gga
can’t no n*gga come around me, can’t no n*gga get near me or nothin’, n*gga
i switched up all my numbers, n*gga, it’s hard to get to me
n*gga, all that type of sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, this sh*t get different, n*gga
n*gga, switches, dracs, and fast cars, n*gga
and a lot of b*tches with bbls, n*gga
yeah
[verse 2]
i just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
n*gga, this sh*t so different, only a couple n*ggas in my neighborhood
i don’t know who i can trust, foxes ready to bust, sh*t over*stood
n*gga, i heard the feds been watchin’, i gotta play it cool
brand new drac’, this sh*t came with the wood
hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, n*gga, i’d redo it
i seen a junkie sniff somethin’ so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
we put the drac’ on his ass, 7.62 hit like lighter fluid
n*gga, this sh*t so f*ckin’ hot, when you feel it, you gon’ uh, uh, uh
ain’t no n*gga help me do it, i had to get off my ass and do it
i was workin’ the block, ‘bows, and hoes, i had to f*ckin’ do it
n*gga play with my name back then, i was ready to do it
n*gga at my name on anything, i’ma get straight to it (frrt)
that’s how that sh*t sound when i cash ’em out
what you know ’bout the trappers in the city with no p’s, it’s a f*ckin’ drought?
what you know ’bout gettin’ that real call, like “i’m hoppin’ off the plane now?”
what you know about that call like they just gunned your lil’ brother down?
n*gga, i ain’t had to get that call, i was right there with him
n*gga, don’t call my phone when it happen, i’ma cash you out soon as you hit ’em (frrt)

- ytb fatt lyrics

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