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[intro: yvngkansai]
grrah
(where the f*ck is you at victor?) fah, fah

[chorus: yvngkansai]
uh (gang), lately been moving real different (okay)
i had to cut that n*gga off, he steady doing that b*tchin’
n*ggas out bad, he slimed for a b*tch
n*ggas real fake, they stealing your sh*t
stand down if you ain’t down for the l!ck
and the xds, its got the extended clips (what did i say?)
feel like helen keller, i can’t see sh*t
remember when n*ggas said i wouldn’t be sh*t?
n*gga like talk down, but he’s broke as a b*tch in a crib and he ain’t getting no money
n*gga it’s funny
i put him up in this sh*t and he cappin’ out for a b*tch, n*gga you dummy
it’s sad that he switched, n*gga a hoe when he doin’ that weird sh*t, n*gga you dummy
uh*huh, okay
[verse 1: yvngkansai]
n*gga i slide with that* “uh, okay”
n*gga, you know, that’s not your bae? (wha?)
n*gga you sick, you need to lay down (gang)
p*ssy n*gga actin’ fake, clown (gang)
p*ssy flexin’ all that bape, wow
n*gga you need to stop with that weird sh*t, uh (yup)
like helen keller, i can’t hear sh*t, aye
okay, okay, i got a drac and i aim it at your face
and i had to stop scamming cause i might catch a case
and the white hoes love me, they called me based, aye
finding that n*gga, you getting chased
stick on my body, b*tch on the waist
you talking bread, get the f*ck out of my face
i’m a real fed b*tch i’ll run in yo’ place (where the f*ck is you at victor?)

[verse 2: idkfatal & yvngkansai]
i got an inch on my stick, put ’em on the [?], say “fah, fah”
i’m milking my music or cha ta
they pay me to do it so, why not?
hop on my computer
my teacher, i mute her
i just made a banger
the zoom class thinking that i’m gangster
told ’em all, “glizzy, hot dog”, hah, i’m such a prankster
old b*tch say i look better [?] so i said, “f*ck it, hit the gym”
little did i know, her main man is [?] with face tats so, why the f*ck would i try to be him? (on god!)
pop him like an [?]
feeling bread from the zinny, zin, zin, zin
i’m the one [?] chinny, chin, chin, chin
b*tch, and i took your hoe skinny dipping
i [?] what i’m sipping
you’re girl american, she spilling all the tea and it slipped in
she said, “see scotty*” uh, then i’m pippen
walk with a limp, bust it down for the children
keep it pg on the tv
then add settle on, don’t humor, they wonder what the h*ll happened like stevie
pull up with drake, at her place like kiki do you love me?
tell the truth or sh*t gets ugly in the booth
i’m in his head like ratatouille
i hit his girl up to shoot a movie
told her just to arrive in a two piece
and i’m drippin’ her in prada, gucci
both her titties float in my jacuzzi
all the tunes you’re making are looney
and you ain’t getting no coochie, p*ssy (grrah, fah, fah)
[chorus: yvngkansai]
uh (gang), lately been moving real different (okay)
i had to cut that n*gga off, he steady doing that b*tchin’
n*ggas out bad, he slimed for a b*tch
n*ggas real fake, they stealing your sh*t
stand down if you ain’t down for the l!ck
and the xds, its got the extended clips (what did i say?)
feel like helen keller, i can’t see sh*t
remember when n*ggas said i wouldn’t be sh*t?
n*gga like talk down, but he’s broke as a b*tch in a crib and he ain’t getting no money
n*gga it’s funny
i put him up in this sh*t and he cappin’ out for a b*tch, n*gga you dummy
it’s sad that he switched, n*gga a hoe when he doin’ that weird sh*t, n*gga you dummy
uh*huh, okay

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