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p yungin - big plaq lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, trill)
(mhmm, mhmm, hmm, mhmm)
(say, brando, what it’s hittin’ for?)
(mm, mhmm, mhmm)

[chorus]
n+gga k!lled my dawg, we loaded up and started riding
tryna put some more them b+tches up, but them n+ggas they steady hidin’
sh+t, i ain’t p+ssy, b+tch, you know i’m promotin’ violence
i don’t wan’ hear sh+t bout’ that boy, ’cause ain’t bout, him n0body dying
“say rico, watch that n+gga, what if that lil’ b+tch try slime me out?”
we send shots at their bodies, don’t send no bullets at their house
yeah, bout’ sam, b+tch i’ma’ knock that f+ckin’ fool from out my town
shoot him five times in his face, he can’t shake back, dead on the ground

[verse]
you’n’ want no beef, gon’ be a dead ass rapper
not untouchable, but when they send a b+tch, b+tch, i’ma clap him
real head huntеr, double back, ain’t gon’ pray, yeah, with the pastor
hе feel if he ain’t got his bl!cky, feel the opps, yeah, they gon’ catch him
they bust his dawg head so twenty+four seven, he tryna’ k!ll em’
they hopped up in that car he decided he wan’ go spin
shots came from out the window, and somebody struck his friend
two came from out the side, that n+gga flip him and his kin
and you know that choppa’ bust you up, truebleeda can’t say sh+t
i told my cousin it’s on sight, yeah, when i see ’em
b+tch you f+ckin’ with the opps, i hope that you don’t be there
the grave, hope you in that car, when a n+gga blitz him
and when you see him don’t pull in the driveway n+gga, better hop from out that corner
soon as you see him better dome him
once he drop, we need the coins
get back in the ride and make it home
this all he know his heart been gone
he ain’t no gunner, on my soul
kidnap the b+tch, make him play with his nose
real steppas’ ain’t gon’ fold
take my l!ck, i’m going up the road
punch a n+gga down all in court
i wanna shank stab him in the throat
this ain’t lil’ boy once this bullet hit your head, b+tch, you gon’ float
i got shottas follow me everywhere i go, ain’t tryna go
we f+ck baby mamas, they gon pop a body after the show
[chorus]
n+gga k!lled my dawg, we loaded up and started riding
tryna put some more them b+tches up, but them n+ggas they steady hidin’
sh+t, i ain’t p+ssy, b+tch you know i’m promotin’ violence
i don’t wan’ hear sh+t bout’ that boy, ’cause ain’t bout him n0body dying
“say rico, watch that n+gga, what if that lil’ b+tch try slime me out?”
we send shots at their bodies, don’t send no bullets at their house
yeah, bout’ sam, b+tch, i’ma knock that f+ckin’ fool from out my town
shoot him five times in his face, he can’t shake back, dead on the ground (hmm, mhmm)

[outro]
(ayy, trill)
(say, brando, what it’s hittin’ for?)

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