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julian cannon - flashbacks lyrics

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[intro: yatta]
yeah, what’s this?
(let the beat ride out, ju)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: yatta]
gotta watch the homies, this sh+t gettin’ heated
flashbacks from face shots, got me twitchin’ in my sleep
rollers tapped a n+gga jacket, they tryna listen when i speak, yeah
i guess they think that i’m the one that caught the hit and got their boy chalked
head under pressure, so they tip the boys off
yeah, think this sh+t a game, now we outside lettin’ toys off
yeah, hoppin’ out, they countin’ ks and 9s like the boys stall
yeah, soon as i let my dogs off the leash, they gon’ lock on

[verse: yatta]
yeah, couldn’t conceal the stick, so the stop on
you ain’t dropped, so what, n+gga? keep squeezin’, what you stoppin’ for?
it’s gon’ be a messy murder scene whenever my n+gga pop dog
pop dog, walk up, head tapped and get the job done
yeah, talk all this sh+t ’cause i got one
all that trollin’ on the ‘net, get in the field, n+gga, come pop somethin’
i don’t wanna hear you k+finders, everyday we boxed in
me and nick was only skittish, got locked up, he copped it back and got it back, yeah
fresh off a skit (yeah), know we back servin’
precise with the stick (yeah, yeah), his exit wounds look like a sack surgeon
went and put your name on the live, then he died, oh, is that perfect?
he got smoked over a post, you ain’t know that i was petty, n+gga
when take your first trip, make sure you ready, n+gga
mini as, compact 40s, micro dracs, we the baby sitters (bah)
hit his feet, we ain’t shootin’ at no cars, ain’t no ace, n+gga
these n+ggas snitchin’ and they still tryna thug, love them brazy n+ggas, huh
[chorus: yatta]
gotta watch the homies, this sh+t gettin’ heated
flashbacks from face shots, got me twitchin’ in my sleep
rollers tapped a n+gga jacket, they tryna listen when i speak, yeah
i guess they think that i’m the one that caught the hit and got their boy chalked
head under pressure, so they tip the boys off
yeah, think this sh+t a game, now we outside lettin’ toys off
yeah, hoppin’ out, they countin’ ks and 9s like the boys stall
yeah, soon as i let my dogs off the leash, they gon’ lock on



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