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the drop - yungliv lyrics

[intro: yungliv]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
off day, n*ggas still ain’t seeing me
opp pack, n*ggas stinking

[chorus: yungliv]
we got the drop and did it easily
on a off day, the opposition still ain’t seeing me
thirty racks that’s touching my amiris, this b*tch feeling me
i know you f*cking, what’s his name?
we on his ass, this between you and me
this money coming and real [?], that’s a fact
i heard he got the drop, came down and got wet
roll up the [?], check on the tires, pop the x, get on my act
thursday full of cops, so friday we making a messy

[verse 1: yungliv]
me and 22 the reason all the opps put down to rest
spray the tec, we hit him good, he tried to flip, bro hit his back
i was really dodging bullets, fighting cases for my set
fiending for these homis, hollows flying, hit that [?] for the [?]
we gon’ let you know official smoke with us, we come correct
run down and let that glizzy hit for pillow talking to that b*tch
we all f*ck, we all f*ck, we all f*ck, we all f*ck
only thing that lil’ b*tch good for set n*ggas up
i have g boy play the fun, i hit the back and let it cut
he tried to run, where you going, lil’ n*gga? i ain’t done
drop about a hundred fifty sh*lls, right to the set like it ain’t nothing
we just committed a, shh, can’t speak on nothing we just done
told my lil’ eater hold it down, i went to the jail and that b*tch did it
that’s why i got love for these b*tches, we can f*ck but we can’t kick it
the way i let my glizzy hang out my [?]
we the real get back gang, if you ain’t know, go ask the city
[chorus: yungliv]
we got the drop and did it easily
on a off day, the opposition still ain’t seeing me
thirty racks that’s touching my amiris, this b*tch feeling me
i know you f*cking, what’s his name?
we on his ass, this between you and me
this money coming and real [?], that’s a fact
i heard he got the drop, came down and got wet
roll up the [?], check on the tires, pop the x, get on my act
thursday full of cops, so friday we making a messy

[verse 2: lil buckss]
go, we don’t conversate, tell them boys check the citizens
at a dime, if you asking [?], go box that n*gga in
he don’t like the way he shoot, f*ck it, flip switch him
bro broke his trigger finger, so he switch to different hand
frontline for what? we turn his man to runtz
these n*ggas ain’t outside, them boys cap’n crunch
for [?] and we send the blitz, them n*ggas had to punch
brodie hit, shh, inside his head, they thought he had [?]

[verse 3: yungliv]
demons in my head, my homie died, started drilling
bend a n*gga block, stretch out his mans, ain’t leave a witness
cooling, he tried to turn around and broski turn him into a picture
hit that bag on top your head and have your partner come to get you
n*ggas saying i’m hiding on out west and they don’t get me
hollow tips and drac’s, hit up the wheel, they come [?]
broski boxing many shots, the glock [?]
[?] got whacked, they ain’t get back for they lil’ n*gga
[verse 4: lil buckss & yungliv]
go, i’ma [?] car, ain’t [?]
they don’t know who did it
mean the boys don’t know the shooter
he ain’t seen us popping out the cut, that boy stupid
n*ggas making up scores, what the f*ck you doing?
[?] with his b*tch and got whacked up
round of applause, they got clapped up
and i got my stick inside the mall, n*gga, act up
had to clap a n*gga down in public, he won’t back up

- yungliv lyrics

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