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aa2x! - yu'hurdmeh lyrics

[intro]
(you’ve tried everything!)
32b (not yet)
20 deep, b+tch ah n+gga (i’ve got one more card to play)
they keep stealin my mfing+
my mfin flow, stealin my mfin adlib, they stealin my whole style (whole lotta swoop shi b+tch ah n+gga)
i gotta switch that sh+t up, whole lotta swoop shi
ay, i released 32 birds all they know is swoop

[chorus]
ya heard me?
bi+b+tch
yall n+gga keep stealin my sound
arp make him get on the ground (you’ve tried everything!)
red tips, the clip got a crown (not yet)
on the hill, leave pint ona mound (i’ve got one more card to play)
spray the block up, these n+ggas gone drown
take hollowtip’s bib, make him frown
you not trappin you get a allowance
f+ck a blade, we is totin sticks n+gga
rockin polo, throw on tommy hilfiger
leave hero stiff, action figure
heard that sh+tty diss, ain’t rocking witcha
come trim wit this stick, paint a picture
q50, im playin wit switches
hm
i ain even f+kkin wit n+ggas
thats yo bm? that lil ho ill flip her
32b, i could shoot wit no dribble
servin dawg wit a lil bit of kibble
play wit swoop, i send 5 at yo temple
in his face he get pressed like a pimple
slam this metal to yo face, they see symbols
get to shootin, like, jump out da window
[interlude]
(n+gguh)
ay, lemme show you some shi you can’t copy f+ck nikka

[verse 2]
ah, uh, ah, uh
i keep rollin, got bad habits
my uncle a theif and a crack addict
can’t tuck the stick, ima backpack it
never fold, she wan f+ck like a jackrabbit
im psych, like put on a straight jacket
b+tch boujee but ain in my tax bracket
put drum on the stick like a tennis racket
32b b+tch i ain’t false flaggin
goin fast on the turn gotta scat+drag it
keep the fye on my hip b+tch im not lackin
arp, skinny jeans, got my pants saggin
call em up, 28 n+ggas back+bag him
you went ghost when i slide in that phantom
[?]
all red in yo crib like im santa
[?] that b+tch ain no jammer, uh
she eat the d+ck, where yo manners?
pourin green lines, sippin on gamma
link up wit chop’, pop out in atlanta
you see the light, get lit like a lantern
he see the blood [?] know they gon panic
put h+rns on, sh+t lookin satanic
[chorus]
ya heard me?
bi+b+tch
yall n+gga keep stealin my sound
arp make him get on the ground
red tips, the clip got a crown
on the hill, leave pint ona mound
spray the block up, these n+ggas gone drown
take hollowtip’s bib, make him frown
you not trappin you get a allowance
f+ck a blade, we is totin sticks n+gga
rockin polo, throw on tommy hilfiger
leave hero stiff, action figure
heard that sh+tty diss, ain’t rocking witcha
come trim wit this stick, paint a picture
q50, im playin wit switches
hm
i ain even f+kkin wit n+ggas
thats yo bm? that lil ho ill flip her
32b, i could shoot wit no dribble
servin dawg wit a lil bit of kibble
play wit swoop, i send 5 at yo temple
in his face he get pressed like a pimple
slam this metal to yo face, they see symbols
get to shootin, like, jump out da window
n+ggas duckin the stick like its limbo
im finna gas sh+t up in my mental
[outro]
32
these+ (328)
these n+ggas still stealin my mfing+
my mfin flows, my mfin sound, my mfin+
they can have it n+gga, yall n+ggas my sons
yall know its allat, old bird its allat
call that sh+t a rebirb
frrrt
not yet, i have one more card to play

- aa2x lyrics

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