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10 toes down - yung sxsa lyrics

[hook: yung sxsa]

run a n*gga down with the red dot
put a bullet through that n*ggas dreadlocks
if he talking big you know my n*ggas on his head top
if he got a vest give him headshots
the city f*cked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
10 toes down, opps 6 ft under
cut of these all these neeks n then i changed my number
it you ain’t immortal please stay humble
chase ur bag just don’t get fumbled

[verse 1: yung sxsa]

none of my n*ggas gon snitch
if the feds start asking questions we don’t know
i can never lose like a b*tch
the tops thе only place for me to go
how you want a n*gga that’s rich
but u out herе in these skreets just being a hoe
on text i’ll talk my sh*t
and tell you that i love you but you not gon meet me no
and they steady tryna hate on a n*gga
cuz they know about jokes n not the pain lil n*gga
and i still fw the same lil n*ggas
that gon pull it out c*ck it back aim pull the trigger
they just wanna get their pockets bigger
perks xans coke anything they gon deliver
wake up every morning take a look in the mirror
got a smile on my face cuz i’m really that n*gga
n*ggas pull up to ur block looking fresher than a tic tac
big facts
got a big mac
on your b*tch lap
now you big mad
but you not gon get your b*tch back
sh*ts sad
cuz you kissed the b*tch where my kids at
he was dissing on the net talking bout he got a big strap
beat that n*gga ass and he still not bouta spin back
crack the n*ggas skull n made it look just like a kitkat
pull up imma end him in a minute like a tiktok
if you need me hit my phone so i can go decline the call
i’ll deadass break your heart n make you feel like it’s your fault
i don’t need to pick n choose cuz i’m going for it all
i’m feeling like lavar i’m watching all my youngins ball
and you said that’s ur b*tch but she hoeing for the team
like it’s fresh out the pot she be blowing on the meat
when i tump a blizzy i be flowing on the beat
anywhere i go i’m like 20 n*ggas deep
[hook: yung sxsa]

run a n*gga down with the red dot
put a bullet through that n*ggas dreadlocks
if he talking big you know my n*ggas on his head top
if he got a vest give him headshots
the whole city f*cked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
all my opps they 6 ft under
cut of these all these neeks n then i changed my number
it you ain’t immortal please stay humble
chase the bag just don’t get fumbled

[verse 2: yung bu1u]

big lu straight from trenches
piling these racks i’m counting my riches
i think she look good so i’m taking your missus
piping her good im feeding her inches
aim for the neck up u know that we vicious
spray his ass up just for looking suspicious
stop all that talk we ain’t taking you serious
aim with a beam like a black ops mission
f*ck with the gang that’s a stupid decision
yea my n*ggas really gon ride
none of that sh*t gon slide
glock 17 by my side
1149 we going worldwide
these n*ggas really some b*tches
whole gang scoring we ain’t ever missin’
aim like steph took his top from a distance had they folk shedding tears on television
straight to the news
ain’t no trace we leaving no clues
that n*gga a b*tch he itching for views whole team finna blow, hard to diffuse
ain’t no cost to get you k!lled in a instant
don’t test gang we bout that business ain’t no trail we taking the witness
chase him out his socks that boy doing fitness
my n*ggas really with the sh*ts
we put a 100 shots in this
a hunnid opps is what we hit
that boy he gon his sh*t got bl!cked
walk up and emptied the whole clip
a few shots straight right through his ribs
he never shoulda ran his lips
he shoulda hit them w the script
[hook: yung sxsa]

run a n*gga down with the red dot
put a bullet through that n*ggas dreadlocks
if he talking big you know my n*ggas on his head top
if he got a vest give him headshots
the city f*cked ur bittie errbody made her legs lock
all my opps they 6 ft under
cut of these all these neeks n then i changed my number
it you ain’t immortal please stay humble
chase the bag just don’t get fumbled

[outro: yung sxsa]
just don’t get fumbled
just don’t get fumbled
just don’t get fumbled
ill really hit em w the bl!ck like that
all these n*ggas done got lit like that
they get lit like that
pull up on his mother push her sh*t way back

- yung sxsa lyrics

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