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blac youngsta - exactly lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m taxin’, i’m back to my old ways, and i ain’t showin’ no love (nope)
my shooters on go, and yeah they sober, and they ain’t doin no drugs (bow)
n+ggas rap on songs ’bout this gangsta sh+t, and ain’t spillеd no blood (b+tch ass)
soon as i got rich, they say we family, and i don’t evеn know cuz (i don’t even know him)
i’m tryna get by, i got a few ‘bows in a rental van (rental van)
my opps gotta die, boy i can’t wait till i finally see my man (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
i cut my hoes off when we can’t come with no bigger plan (f+ck that b+tch)
she chasin’ me but i’m chasin’ money, i don’t understand (i don’t understand)
you ‘posed to fire, but you left your dog, i don’t understand (i don’t understand)
i’m bustin’ fire, when i see my opps, hop out and ran (gang gang)
you ‘posed to ride, if that’s your man, no underhand
can’t let sh+t slide, we cut your hand, playin with the brand (gang)

[chorus]
don’t ask if i’m pistol packin’, exactly, that’s automatic (exactly)
me and gang’nem don’t do no lackin’, we tote sh+t like [?] gadget (automatic)
don’t ask if i’m pistol packin’, exactly, that’s automatic
bust on her then cut her off, exactly can’t tote no baggage (exactly)
they know i’m a savage (i’m a savage)
benzo out the factory (out the factory)
i come from the trenches, tryna [?] kardashian
i’m on the road to riches (road to riches), they tryna f+ck up my traction (traction)
‘member beatin’ the block down hard, and wakin’ up for that package
[verse 2]
they can’t take the sh+t they said to me back, they can’t take it back (ain’t no lackin’)
you gon’ take the headshot, one to your face, that’s a facial pack (gang)
i dump on you broad day, i don’t play games, talkin’ kobe, shaq (gang gang gang gang)
i’m in the back of that maybach and that b+tch came batman black (gang gang gang)
he an honorable soldier, we ain’t gon’ shoot him, hang him by a rope (brrr)
we put that p+ssy in a finger four, sent him to his folks (sent him home)
i never name drop no dead n+ggas, i’m respectful, ho (he gone)
ain’t no need to talk when they can’t talk back cause they buried, ho (you know i’m on)
you gotta be cut just like me, can’t be no scary ho (scary)
you gotta be slim and pretty, fine like halle berry, ho (berry)
i went and bought a box of bullets today i’m tryna let it go (hrrr)
don’t ask me if i’m pistol packin’, you already know (bah, bah, bah)

[outro]
shoot you in yo motherf+ckin’ back, n+gga
it’s 4+10
long live krabby patty, n+gga
still the same n+gga, ain’t sh+t changed, p+ssy

- blac youngsta lyrics

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