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p yungin - this for you, if you didn't catch it* lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, tyrell made that hoe?)
(k4producedit)

[chorus]
he hit that floor, it’s over with
i bet this glock knock down your wig
don’t rep off sh+t that you ain’t did
he dropped a diss, time to get split
i’ma catch him, on my kid
leave him dead for what he said
b+tch, i’m steady countin’ bread
roll a b+tch up, heard he dead
and they know we slang that lead
and they know we tryna smack a b+tch
heard he said what? you know py ain’t just rappin’, n+gga
i’m quiet, i don’t say sh+t ’cause i know me, b+tch, i’ll smack a n+gga
i guess they got the present, under the tree, we just wrapped this n+gga

[verse]
b+tch, what you sayin’? .40 hit your throat, you gon’ choke
inhale a lot of smoke, k!ll his partner, now he go ghost
leave that b+tch dead in the road
he dropped his album, he thought i was dead
catch all them boys for what they said
nike check, he on the list
f+ck ten, that boy a b+tch
i really smacked somethin’ with that bl!ck
all the blogs be on my d+ck
give him a headshot, now he lit
whogangdee gon’ feel that switch
we got the drop, who in this b+tch?
i can’t trust my baby mama, but i still love that b+tch
and if that rat feel some type of way, f+ck him and his clique
he got shot all in his body ten times, n+gga, not no six
no, n+gga, f+ck that, i feel good, you want smoke with me, k!ll your friend
i was smokin’ weed at ten
daddy was locked up in the pen’
bleeda always tryna roll up a never broke again pack
f+ck that scuffin’, i’ma hit you with this glock, it ain’t no shakin’ back
5.56’s hit his body, now this n+gga shakin’ bad
7.62’s, they hit his face, now he with dump fat+ass
f+ck, i miss lil key, my n+gga died right before this sh+t started
we’ll put a switch up in his hand and make him k!ll your party
his skinny, p+ssy+ass just came home, you better play r+t+rded
smokin’ on a backwood, this that thrax, n+gga, don’t get me started
b+tch, my glock stutter like herm, he know not to say a word
he the main one know i’ma purge
cos, they know we swerve
let’s get a trap inside brookstown
then shoot a video on chippewa
now it’s just five of us, in the car, we see starr, b+tch, we switch you down
[interlude]
n+gga make me take my f+ckin’ shirt off in this b+tch, man, i’m hot as a b+tch, man
playin’ with me b+tch, man, n+gga be playin’ with me
like i’m a b+tch or somethin’, n+gga
b+tch, i shoot first, n+gga, i ain’t gotta shoot back ’cause i shoot first, n+gga
b+tch+ass n+gga
better go ask about me, n+gga, better go ask about cos, n+gga
f+ck wrong with you, boy? f+ck your whole clique, n+gga

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