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ar-ab - yba freestyle lyrics

[intro]
o.b.h. records

[verse]
saks fifth money, but we’re still wearing d+ckies
[?] getting old, but he could still put up 50
fifteen bricks last load, it was litty
they’re talking adx supermax when they get me
stole from the plug then i give it to the poor
showed them half a million, but could’ve put up more
trust in allah but still sleeping with the sword
trigger finger callous, i’ma squeeze it ‘til i’m sore
they say they run the city ‘til we put them to the test
only thing that i trust is these bullets and this tec
k!lled a couple friеnds, but its nothing we regret
that’s thе consequence when you go against the set
dog food in the blender, it’s a means to an end
count of monte cristo, i dreamed of revenge
we don’t f+ck with y’all, we ain’t gon’ pretend
you know how many rats i done seen in the benz?
cousin k in the cut, but his hands on the mac
he only 5’6”, but he bang like he shaq
dirty n+ggas got to leave, but we came from the back
[?], he’ll put your brain on your hat
i do it for the culture, i do it for the vultures
them nights in the trap house sleeping on them sofas
she got an eviction notice, mama thought that we ain’t know it
so i filled refrigerator up with baking soda
12/12 skinnies, they was flying off the stoop
john gotti charge if they found out the truth
clip yao ming, but i’m at the bowl like manute
if it’s cancer in your crew, you cut it out from the roots
tony washed dishes, ace did laundry
kim kardash got rich off a p+rno
these n+ggas cost two racks, they ain’t normal
he sent his kids to college and he did it off the corner
they’re telling me he gangster, they say that he a g
let’s see how many bullets would it take to make him scream
he don’t want beef, he want to make a scene
she don’t really like me, she want to make a bean
dope in a sifter, sold him a blizzard
shoot through your door and i hope it’s your sister
i hope it’s your kids, i hope that it’s christmas
f+ck who get hit if they’re warring against us
‘member we was kids playing cops & robbers
it’s funny how you grew to be a cop and i’m the robber
it’s funny how we let him cop out and still shot him
that’s ‘cause he knew we was k!llers and he still tried it
we some boys in the hood, you want to see a body?
my pockets looking like i’m down with illuminati
condos downtown, you should see the lobby
i’m at a certified million if it’s me and kazi
o.b.h. mafia, don corleone
a hundred+man indictment for one call on the phone
baseball money, cooking soft to the bone
just have that energy when you call for a loan
[outro]
o.b.h. records
[?]
king ab
y’all already know what it is, n+gga
the mafia
o.b.h., n+gga

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