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lil newk - not bout us lyrics

[verse 1]
see it’s 24-7 and 365
i be out in that drive tryna touch a few bands
tryna flip a few yams, tryna whip a few pots
but these n-ggas too fake
always sneak hate, we don’t see eye-to-eye
lil’ n-ggas freeze up, now they wanna switch up
i knew we wasn’t gon’ ride, but it ain’t my fault
and it ain’t my loss, so it ain’t nothin’ to wipe it off
i’m just tryna be a boss, ain’t gotta pay that cost and stay away from the laws
my n-ggas great dane’s, clifford, big red dogs, hot n-ggas, hot sauce
for a lil’ piece of change it’ll get a n-gga gone, wack a whole clique off
you ain’t talking ’bout me ’cause i’ve been in these streets
see me seven days of the week
let a n-gga wanna tweak
and i’ma grab street sweep, sweep a n-gga like a broom off his feet
catch lil’ tunechi and it’s rip
still screaming out, “f-ck cream team”
if a n-gga want me it ain’t hard to find me
south side [?] where i be, posted on t-block
tryin’ make me a knot, see the jakes, gotta run from the cops
i don’t f-ck with no ops, so it’s f-ck wagg block
n-ggas playin’ crazy, catch a headshot
i don’t need red dots, i just aim then pop, ask [?], i don’t shoot leg shots
i just c-ck that glock, focus in then watch, lemon squeeze, that n-gga gon’ drop

[chorus]
you ain’t talking ’bout us
’cause my team gon’ bust
turn b-tch n-ggas into dust
my gang too rough
we gon’ leave n-ggas stuck
put a n-gga face in the mud
you ain’t talking ’bout us
’cause my team gon’ bust
turn b-tch n-ggas into dust
my gang too rough
we gon’ leave n-ggas stuck
put a n-gga face in the mud
you ain’t talking ’bout us
’cause my team gon’ bust
turn b-tch n-ggas into dust
my gang too rough
we gon’ leave n-ggas stuck
put a n-gga face in the mud
you ain’t talking ’bout us
’cause my team gon’ bust
turn b-tch n-ggas into dust
my gang too rough
we gon’ leave n-ggas stuck
put a n-gga face in the mud

[verse 2]
i got shooters on deck that’ll get a n-gga wet
go stupid, go crazy with the tec
i’ll [?]
have ’em put you to rest, hollow tips, they’ll chew through a vest
we ain’t never been to school round here, lil’ n-gga
but you can take another test
my n-ggas gon’ shoot, push his soul through the roof
f-ck n-ggas better move if you know what’s next
can’t f-ck with my squad
’cause my gang gon’ bang, shoot a n-gga point blank, close range
and they know we go hard
we be the gang they can’t tame, so you best bet stay your lane
we’ll pull your card, rob you and your mains, tuck chains, and we takin’ everything
you ain’t even wanna start
’round here we don’t play, shootouts with the opps broad day
mistletoe gon’ kiss, my bullets don’t miss, wet a n-gga up. stank like p-ss
and i ain’t mean don’t trip
slide back to the dip, just drop me a opp on the strip
like big [?], have a n-gga so crip put a little bit of red on that fit
you wasn’t talking ’bout me
when you said that sh-t, you ain’t 400k little b-tch
whole gang gon’ bust, turn you to pixie dust
ain’t no luck when we shootin’ sh-t up, i’ll shoot your b-tch
if she wanna act tough, putting holes all through the red truck
thought he was a hologram till his -ss got touched
like a blunt, i’ll spark his -ss up
foe nem goin’ ham, two times. same cut, popped out, f-cked your whole block up

[outro]
you’re all a bunch of f-cking -ssh0l-s
you know why?
you don’t
have the guts to be what you wanna be
you need people like me
you need people like me so you can point your f-cking fingers and say, “that’s the bad guy”

- lil newk lyrics

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