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merciless freestyle - yung flex lyrics

[verse]
f*ck all that talkin’ and sh*t
n*ggas know how i’m rockin’ and sh*t
brought a glock when i walk in this b*tch
got a chop in this b*tch and it’s built like a rocket and sh*t
if he poppin’, i’m launchin’ this b*tch
you think you ’bout it, lil’ n*gga?
your face’ll get pounded, lil’ n*gga
you got it? i doubt it, lil’ n*gga
get grounded, lil’ n*gga
you mad, and i’m countin’, lil’ n*gga
i wet him, he drownin’, lil’ n*gga
like, “grrah,” “grrah”
chopper gon’ eat his whole face up
i got that sh*t for a n*gga who fake tough
k!llin’ my opps, i can’t do sh*t but face blunts
i’m on your block with the gäng and like eight guns
shïnï gäng sh*t, they can’t do sh*t but hate us
don’t give a f*ck, your sh*t suck, n*gga, straight up
nothin’ but hits, p*ssy b*tch, get your weight up
(shïnï gäng sh*t)
all of my n*ggas sticked up, like a veteran
thirty*eight shots, you get popped out your letterman
shout out t7, you best watch your etiquette
these n*ggas soft, why the f*ck you so delicate?
i let it pop and it leave him irrelevant
i up the sh*t, he get hit and that’s definite
yoppa gon’ hit on his skull, leave it desolate
like “ugh,” “u*u*ugh”
run in your sh*t with the thirty clip
b*tch, i’m with mid pack, i’m rollin’ up dirty mid
who is this n*gga? man, we never heard of him
if he want beef, he get cooked like a burger, b*tch
up in the street with a motherf*ckin’ burner, b*tch
been told these n*ggas, “my n*ggas be murderous”
we pullin’ triggers, my n*ggas is merciless
huh? lil’ n*gga, i’m him, give a f*ck what you saying
if i’m at your door, then you best get to praying
get down on the floor, up the mop, get to spraying
i set it in stone, i ain’t motherf*ckin’ playin’, lil’ b*tch
murk you right where you layin’, lil’ b*tch
you was talkin’ your sh*t, why you shakin’? lil’ b*tch
i might tie*dye your tee, get to painting your sh*t
if you talkin’, i might get to rockin’ your sh*t
and when you on the ground, get to stompin’ your sh*t
n*ggas hating and sh*t, i’m unbothered as sh*t
in the back of my whip, gettin’ top from my b*tch
you ain’t stoppin’ this sh*t, got a glock with a switch
gotta watch who you with, n*ggas oppin’ and sh*t
n*ggas stalkin’ and sh*t, they gon’ jock on this sh*t
it’s still eighty*eight bullets for coppers and sh*t
and i’m b*tching him out, got him sobbin’ and sh*t
it’s still “f*ck all the clout,” n*ggas sloppin’ and sh*t
if he sendin’ them shots then i’m blockin’ his sh*t
if he watching, i might get to clockin’ his sh*t

- yung flex lyrics

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