a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

go yayo - believe it lyrics

[intro]
(squad)
[?]

[chorus]
i know alot of these n+ggas be watchin’, they plottin’ on me
thinkin’ bout robbin’ me, they better cease, fo they lay deceased
[?] too deep, me and reece, choppa leave then in peaces
theres takin’ that wop be my weakness, fourty pints of the red, i just hit them with remix
these n+ggas they broke, they be leeches
i’m on the role with my b+tch, stuff a brick in her clevagе
mindflow sick, diseasin’
my plug need me like uh granny need jеsus
he asked why we k!lled the lil n+gga, no reason
he dissed 4e now the n+gga ain’t breathin’
i keep a glock b+tch, we not tryina box, you get put in the box just for swingin’
i got that drop b+tch, i’ll block nd’ i’ll bleed it
hood fame, on top, we won’t stop, b+tch you better believe it

[verse 1]
told uh hot tec i’ll bleed
fourteen fifty four, pints, i need it
i want it all im greedy, cut my b+tch off she was needy
f+ck cheaper the keeper, im leavin’
i got it all off a scheme
cut thoat, grimmy, only one safe is my team
these n+ggas ain’t talk what they seem, either you real or you fake, they’re ain’t no inbetween
imma, rob, the city before i fall off, i ain’t goin’ back to broke n+gga no mo’
f+ck that rare sh+t, imma smoke somethin’
up on uh n+gga, i spit in his face, imma hoe somethin’
4e gang, we with the k!llin’, go back with the winners, gon’ k!ll him, he look like he know somethin’
powered up, i feel like gohan, only thing that can stop [?]
[hook]
only thing that can stop me is a bullet to the face, but b+tch b+tch im not goin’
i keep me a+ threw up uh n+gga, he play he get erased
(i up it i blow it)
if he then reached for my chain, its off with his arm
him on the news, he thought it was sweet, now he dead meat
got so much heat, clear your whole street
(ar 15 hit his chest, take his heart beat)

[chorus]
i know alot of these n+ggas be watchin’, they plottin’ on me
thinkin’ bout robbin’ me, they better cease, fo they lay deceased
[?] too deep, me and reece, choppa leave then in peaces
theres takin’ that wop be my weakness, fourty pints of the red, i just hit them with remix
these n+ggas they broke, they be leeches
i’m on the role with my b+tch, stuff a brick in her clevage
mindflow sick, diseasin’
my plug need me like uh granny need jesus
he asked why we k!lled the lil n+gga, no reason
he dissed 4e now the n+gga ain’t breathin’
i keep a glock b+tch, we not tryina box, you get put in the box just for swingin’
i got that drop b+tch, i’ll block nd’ i’ll bleed it
hood fame, on top, we won’t stop, b+tch you better believe it

[verse 2]
imma, rob, every rap n+gga i see before i go back to being on e
these n+ggas they not on my lead, when its time to be, they coppin’ pleas, but not me
these n+ggas ain’t street, they sweet, they not me
these n+ggas, they just rappin’ on beats they not streets
said you can hold a hundred pack?
try me
she said she onna perkaset, b+tch try three
aye, i put yo b+tch onna [?]
scanna party, wait for 4e come [?]
b+tch she on o, i know she uh hoe, peso use to work on her friend
i [?] i blend, i take them five little bowls, wrap up the dope, nd’ i sin
they bro sh+t gettin’ under my skin, you know why you lost because you didn’t win
[hook]
that sh+t that you rappin’, its pretense, imma just shoot first, i can’t depend on defense
these n+ggas, they copy my way because im settin’ trends, this is 4e gang to the end
b+tch its 4e gang to my death, give it all i got till theres nothing left (all i got)
don’t trust n0body but myself, we’s deaf on my ops on my last breath

[chorus]
i know alot of these n+ggas be watchin’, they plottin’ on me
thinkin’ bout robbin’ me, they better cease, fo they lay deceased
[?] too deep, me and reece, choppa leave then in peaces
theres takin’ that wop be my weakness, fourty pints of the red, i just hit them with remix
these n+ggas they broke, they be leeches
i’m on the role with my b+tch, stuff a brick in her clevage
mindflow sick, diseasin’
my plug need me like uh granny need jesus
he asked why we k!lled the lil n+gga, no reason
he dissed 4e now the n+gga ain’t breathin’
i keep a glock b+tch, we not tryina box, you get put in the box just for swingin’
i got that drop b+tch, i’ll block nd’ i’ll bleed it
hood fame, on top, we won’t stop, b+tch you better believe it

- go yayo lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS