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rude awakening - yung kweez lyrics

(verse)
[yung kweez]
h*llcat like i’m satan, rude awaken
roll up a wood i face it, trap spot really vacant
see a chance i take it, we go broke then we gon’ take it
ain’t no joke b*tch i ain’t playin’, don’t go poked when big bro sprayin’, power up go super saiyan
uh yeah
ball like bradley beal, when i splurge i spill
this sh*t no big deal, don’t give a f*ck how them f*ck n***** feel
i’m tryna run in ‘ya trap for real
oh he think he made of steel?
let’s show him how these hollows feel, uh, young n***** trained to go, they tryna go for the k!ll for sure, my weed vacuum*sealed for sure, my b*tch keep a ‘bl!ck’ for sure
shawty a groupie she doin’ the most, talkin’ ‘bout goals i’m not one of those, paranoid i got a mac in the coat
paranoid i got a mac and a scope, please hoe don’t you get too close
hop out the booth i got back to the streets
hand*to*hand pitching i’m ducking police
i let them demons get next to me now everyday demons surrounding me, i let them demons get next to me so p*ssy don’t you play with me
p*ssy, yeah, yeah
demons hanging with the vultures
uh, okay
playing graveyard shifts, i still rep the trap culture
n***** give me cold shoulders, best believe my sh*t is colder
i be cruising in the rover, with like 50 in this toaster
playin’ cards with the jokers

[verse 2]
[kai benji]
uh, say
f*ck it i’m done with the gimmicks
no i can’t f*ck with no critics, they tryna f*ck up my image
i got me a bag i’m ‘bout business
made me a play in two minutes
i started with nothing i’m never gon’ finish
you ain’t in the game b*tch you stuck in a scrimmage
uh, uh
like 2k, slide on ‘ya block with two k’s, and we on his top no tupé
and we shoot like a movie no blu*ray
got ‘ya b*tch off the henny no dussé choosy
she do whatever the crew say
she keep asking for bags by louie
how you don’t got no cash and you boujee
sh*t like that really f*cking confuse me
give me cash if you wanna amuse me
b*tches broke and they just tryna use me
i was broke them same b*tches ain’t choose me
now i’m up if i want i could f*ck, too much money ain’t never enough
d*ckies on me four pockets is stuffed
got the ‘bl!cky’ on me and it’s tucked uh
b*tch if it’s up it’s stuck, uh
pull up in a all black truck uh
n**** you ain’t tough enough, see you in person i’m calling ‘ya bluff
p*ssy i’m pulling ‘ya cards, he super soft why he acting so hard?
uh
came from the ‘gutta i’m scarred
deadbeat daddy was serving out yards uh
i made a play make another one
please keep that same energy when this money come
groupie b*tches i ain’t loving ‘em, just open up and chew d*ck like it’s bubblegum
just got me a bag make it double
if you on my bad side you in trouble
with the gang callin’ plays in a huddle
my drip be on fiji ‘ya sh*t be on puddle
if i’m shootin’ shots they direct they ain’t subtle (p*ssy)

- yung kweez lyrics

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