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big yba & prod yayo - last man standing lyrics

[intro]
(and i got the yayo)
fah, fah
bah, bah
ayy, look
uh

[chorus]
lot of glocks, lot of shots, out the v, beat they block (uh)
get out your top, act like he wanna pop, but i know he not
ayy, fishbowlin’ with my rod, that car, we on it, leave it parked (uh)
glizzy on me, bet i spark, not my homie, pull his card (fah, fah)
[verse 1]
uh, i got a big fifty, now where they be? ooh, i got that lo’ (uh)
terrorize, playin’ sh+t like it’s hide and go seek, now we at his lo’ (uh)
next thing you know, i done blew my pole, i just up the score
i got this cutter, it’s attracted to the smoke, i push back his ‘fro
fah, fah, who had sent them shots if n0body won?
fah, fah, i’ma blow my fire if my n+gga ain’t on (f+ck that)
ho, no drive+by, just like smokey and craig, n+ggas gettin’ low
this sh+t like sci+fi the way i shot my clip, but none of this sh+t wrote
exotic bags, come and shop, body bags, he got popped
her body bad, but i heard she ran through, i walked out with top (what?)
extended mags and extra shot, can’t revive when you get knocked (bah)
post my fire on my instagram, the hashtag like it’s a prop

[chorus]
lot of glocks, lot of shots, out the v, beat they block (skrrt)
get out your top, act like he wanna pop, but i know he not
ayy, fishbowlin’ with my rod, that car, we on it, leave it parked (uh)
glizzy on me, bet i spark, not my homie, pull his card

[interlude]
fah, fah
uh, he not my homie, so i pull his card
these n+ggas fishbowlin’, act like with my rod
uh, i’ma be the last man— (haha, haha)
huh, uh
[verse 2]
i’ma be the last man standin’ if i bomb first
i better not catch him lackin’ where he standin’, he get did the worst
i can’t take you on that ride, you might panic, that’s how you get hurt
f+ck that g+lock when i ride, it do damage, turn them boys to shirts
screamin’, “free my n+ggas, f+ck the law, they ain’t stoppin’ sh+t” (uh)
no, you cannot come into this trap, you ain’t coppin’ sh+t
came in this b+tch with trap behind lil’ bro, like grips i’m poppin’ sh+t
i won’t throw no shade, i throw bullets just like kaepernick (uh)
god ain’t send no text, but somehow i feel i’m heaven+sent
told that ho to give me brain, now i’m textin’ her intelligent
uh, never break that code, 2sg, i ain’t tellin’ sh+t
ayy, look, uh

[chorus]
lot of glocks, lot of shots, out the v, beat they block
get out your top, act like he wanna pop, but i know he not
ayy, fishbowlin’ with my rod, that car, we on it, leave it parked (uh)
glizzy on me, bet i spark, not my homie, pull his card

- big yba prod yayo lyrics

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