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dead oppz - yung liv lyrics

this beam hit his block watch him run from this
this glizzy that shot out the tuck of him
he was bleeding too fast they ain’t come for him
n*ggas be fronting, they move like they slide
boss put a light on his knot, so don’t try sh*t
getting drops from the opps, don’t try b*tch
shoot your b*tch, i don’t play with the opps sh*t
[?]

aye got [?] with no muscles
shoot at them tussles
got glizzys with tiddies, so why would i rumble with pecs
i don’t fumble at them shots until you stumble
aye until you stumble
i watch em go down
n*ggas they try to steal the flow now
keep me a heater it’s cold around
run up on me you get more rounds
still did a drill we had one round
stuck on they block, they won’t come around
aye these n*ggas p*ssy
stuck on they block they won’t come ’round

i see opps try to shot box [?]
we bout to shoot this b*tch up, he was family
he was hard as a rock, he ain’t run from me
n*gga my start i was rumbling
off in it, b*tch n*ggas should’ve thought twice before he stacked at me
slidin’ on his way [?]
them k!llers come step for me
hit this b*tch up with a witness won’t tell on me
free [?] ain’t no pass with me
hittin’ this b*tch with a pistol, we nailing it
n*ggas who hanging with rats won’t get rat from me
roll up tata k!lling me
i know they want to start drilling me
i’m high off they homies, they sick of me
i walk with a limp cause this stick with me
just spit on the opps n*gga literally
just [?] little me
we walk with tecs likes referee
he spin one more time and we stretchin it

see that car one more time and we flippin’ it
they 2 deep in that whip shoot they head
that we did and the cops want to block and sh*t
block it up bussin’ a street from this
i see something suspicious i’m upping it
i can’t go like tyheat on this block and sh*t
we will shoot up the streets [?]
couple opps from the o bout to go like him
slide down for my brother’s who innocent
and we know you told so don’t come round the block lil bro tryna scorch your head

aye i switched the flow again
yung liv in the cup with a pole on him
we see opps and we roll on him
then we spinnin’ again and we rolling him
on the block everyday they be ducking sh*t
n*ggas hot in the crib want some sucker sh*t
how yo man in the grave you ain’t dropping sh*t
anniversary day you won’t slide again
why this is the reason your homie hit
lazy show on this block ain’t no fun in this
he ain’t strapped but he by the spot again
i got to shoot every shot we ain’t missing him
on his anniverssary gon slide for him
25 in this 40 i got from ken
got this drip on my sweats so some dummies get caught with this b*tch without a dance
let’s get it

- yung liv lyrics

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