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iur jetto - #boyz lyrics

#boyz lyrics
[intro]
(d+mn, max, this one’s too hard)

[verse 1: big webbo]
catch me in the o f+ckin’ with the pill junkies
my favorite drug blow, but i love the pill money
doggy, check the score, we up a whole hundred
rollie came plain, but you know i had to bust it
if i go broke, i get back on that robbin’ sh+t
shiesty+ass n+gga, f+ck around and rob my b+tch
you lookin’ for me, i still be on the 6 (mile)
he thought it was tech, i sold his ass some trish

[verse 2: iur jetto & rio da yung og]
if i don’t answer when you call, i’m with a n+gga b+tch
got the red key on me, make the demon go fast as sh+t
i made a hundred racks last week, i ain’t ask for sh+t
i ain’t had sh+t, i would’ve k!lled a n+gga for a bag of chips
i’m takin’ auditions for some bad b+tches, i’m tryna bе a pimp
got into it with my fat cousin, ate one of my shrimp
sevеnty+five for a lil’ dog like he breed pits
on some cheap sh+t, he had a pint, i bought three zips
touched the fetti with no gloves on, i was dizzy as sh+t
got into with webb ass, i think he done sold my trish
poured up some green, tizzle caught me, i’m embarrassed as sh+t
b+tch saw the iur and said, “it’s the charm for me”
b+tch got bad eczema, it’s the arms for me
try to sneak in the trap, it’s the alarm for me
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout dog sh+t, don’t be callin’ me
ask my fiend what he doin’, he said that sh+t be calling him
[verse 3: team eastside d+nice]
ghetto boy the mafia, we on mob time
if he ain’t got a 41, he ain’t on our time
we’ll drink a whole pint in like two minutes
i can give you a brick, you wouldn’t know what to do with it
sorry, i was trappin’, clearly, you not active
only me and siri know where we go to get the package
f+ck fallin’ off, if you make it, you can stack it
that chain lookin’ nice, i should take it ’cause you cappin’, n+gga

[verse 4: lougram]
doors off, thumbin’ through a hundred fifty cash
what you get nonstop bringin’ up the past?
never looked back since i touched my first bag
hatin’ on me, you ain’t turnt and you mad
call me big gram, my name speak for itself
i don’t got opps, go and beef with yourself
tryna rob me, then it’s gonna go left
it’s a free k!ll, go’n and get your ass left
signed to the streets, i’ll sip your lil’ deal
give it to my son, don’t gotta write a will
been ten years and you n+ggas broke still
up a half an m, you don’t know how it feel, lougram

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
i’ll clothesline a n+gga with the drac’
check hit, i’ll ghostride a bentley to the bank
x6, that’s my baby mama car, but it’s straight
witness said they seen two black n+ggas bustin’ out a wraith
n+gga, i ain’t gon’ cut you on the drank
i ain’t know you was the one who shot your uncle in the face
i just had a pint of wock’, i drunk it in a day
i’m stayin’ up ’til nine o’clock, i got somethin’ on the way
oh, you wanna do a feature? put the money in my face
d+mn near grazed myself ’cause i’m bustin’ off the waist
please tell me what they gon’ do wavin’ guns all in the way
sit your stupid ass down ‘fore i punch you in the face
i just put a switch on another glock
ridin’ ’round with a k, i just bumped into another opp
i was mad as h+ll when dog got life, but then his brother dropped
i be in the hood so much, i wanna touch the block
oral s+x, do you really do that stuff a lot?
used to goin’ fast, i been in a lam’ truck a lot
can’t believe the motherf+ckin’ feds put that stuff on ahk
talkin’ ’bout some motherf+ckin’ codeine, he never touched the drop

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