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bus stop - yungliv lyrics

bus stop lyrics
[intro]
(i’m ready, sav)
uh, uh, uh
pull up, we send hot sh*t
by that bus stop
(y’all f*ck with dre banks)

[verse]
bodies dropping for d*ck riding that block like we [?]
say we ain’t sliding and that sh*t facts
then how y’all losing all them hitters?
by that bus stop, he caught them shots right by the liver
trizzy ain’t work, he called backdoored
i guess that driver must ain’t hear ’em
n*ggas keep chatting on my name
like we ain’t the ones that’s out here spinning
everybody with me got a b, go check the stats, cash off, get ’em
we in the v tryna make the pack
next one lacking make sure he finished
we got the lo’ from one of his hoes
gave her good d*ck, she said, “go get him”
i told lil’ bro we ain’t riding through blocks
i got two drops, [?] pistols
cha had died, you in the a not tryna drill ’bout how did him
let’s see who really active, let’s see who gon’ die with him
lo was d*ck riding a block he wasn’t from
that’s why they clipped him
only way [?] accept us, he chose to die like a civilian
that sh*t with [?] speaking on my mans
until we put y’all in the blender
[?], can’t wait to catch him, take his chain and test his [?]
they hit up, shh, with so much shots
he [?] like two different n*ggas
they riding fast and ybc a bunch chatting ass lil’ n*ggas
i don’t do no direct diss but n*ggas talking too much
get off my d*ck
[?] the way them bullets hit his head
i got that call ’bout lil [?] and roll his dumb ass in the spliff
i’d be mad too if my opps [?] but my mans ain’t f*ck on my b*tch
big livvy, i’m the one who run it up all off sh*t
y’all homie told, he got real paperwork
but y’all say he ain’t snitch
well, sh*t, go look up [?] paperwork all in the mix
n*gga, is you tripping? just spent ten k at sacks
them n*ggas hate me ’cause my pockets
and they sh*t won’t never match
i heard fetty swung, he slipped and caught one to the head
by that bus stop, his chest was filled with holes
they still ain’t did him
i call when gp had got dropped
they claiming one part of them n*ggas
they say the same sh*t ’bout lil kye
why they disowning all these victims?
we know we had duck when i got call [?]
boy, you ain’t shoot sh*t, n*gga, you lying ’bout [?]
that b*tch had give up the drop
we slid in camp and make some happen
this a direct diss, i’m on my block, ain’t hard to catch me
[outro]
y’all ain’t really looking that much
y’all talking ’bout y’all looking for me
ain’t really hard to find me, b*tch
you know what the f*ck going on
we pull up and send hot sh*t
smoking your homie by that bus stop
he caught many shots
go, go, yeah, b*tch

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