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faneto - yung lik lyrics

[ypcrayyy]
strapped down 4 nic, n*gga get back
trey 5, imma slap in the kriss vec
[?] tripping like flies, b*tch get back
[?] , out young’s he ain’t hit back
spot an opp, imma throw on my shiesty, gotta watch what i say cause police indicting
hit his ass with a nic, n*gga thought we was fighting
fat sh*t hit his body, sh*t struck him like lightning
if i hop out the whip, n*gga get back
dead man in this wood, you can’t hit that
fat sh*t hit his stomach, n*gga sh*t [?]
you ain’t never walk down, with ya b*tch ass
you ain’t never send shots, made a whip crash
i don’t f*ck with these bops, and my b*tch bad
if it’s dark outside, twin throw on a lazer
if he try to run, hop out we gon chase him

[30]
opps don’t never spin this block
cause we got unlimited shots
i’m shooting my pole, why the f*ck would i not?
bro got a [?] and it came with a dot
my young n*ggas cl!cking, and they ain’t hitting back
dude ass gone, he hit likе a black

[yunglik]
his dead ass gone, he ain’t coming back
i’m riding with co, hе upping the mac
hop out the at, n*ggas running like track
hop out the at, n*ggas running like track
i’m bending that rip, n*ggas using they skates
f*cked around burnt my arm, i was working that drac
you know that b*tch on me, you can tell by my waist
when i spin on the 8, fix n*ggas like plates
caught a opp at the light, made his ass hit the brakes
[ypcrayyy]
where the f*ck is you going? n*gga couldn’t escape
ain’t trusting no b*tch, take my drac on a date
n*gga ain’t got no hats, n*gga put on a snapback
spinning thru the hood, all that sh*t cap rap
n*gga say jam god, n*gga jamming off a 7.5
4*3 [?] to this big ass trey 5
go, go, go, go, go, go, go
swung the door open, n*gga couldn’t get up
put some holes in his shirt, n*gga got hit up
lil b*tch 22, got her throwing 3’s up
just sold my last zip, n*gga gotta re*up
put the percs in my hand, f*ck n*gga you jugged
now yo ass saying, “what the f*ck is you doing”
19 gen*5, n*gga ain’t even shoot it
got opps in the city, why the f*ck you ain’t use it
d*mn.. hat mad, he all in his feelings, cause he ain’t got no jam, his car ain’t working n*gga ain’t got no air
n*gga come on the block, beat his ass like pears
n*gga threw up on the drill, n*gga won’t even ready, got em screaming out aink, n*gga feel like spaghetti

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