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pyt ny - whip out the stick (remix) lyrics

[intro: young ant]
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
ayy, i got ny in this b-tch with me, ayy
pyt ny, huh, yeah (ness)

[verse 1: young ant]
i came up from nothing, that’s why a n-gga thuggin’
you think i ain’t stepping, i dare a n-gga touch me
run off with her brain, no, i ain’t playing hubby
i’m smoking exotic, you would think that i’m musty
rocking out shows, bad b-tches wanna f-ck me
i be throwing up four ’cause a young n-gga thuggin’
n-ggas ain’t sliding, these n-ggas be bluffin’
f-ck toting them glocks, my n-ggas be bustin’
bustin’ your sh-t like you down, ayy
smokin’ on gas by the pound, ayy
come f-ck with the gang, you around
got shots, so we sendin’ ’em out
slide down on your ave, have your block duckin’
it’s a phone call away, they ain’t doubt nothin’
got some n-ggas that pray just to drop somethin’
take his -ss out the picture, so we cross somethin’, ayy
i’m gettin’ money, so i’m toting this pole
you say you that you solid, but i know that you told
you say it’s your b-tch, put d-ck in her throat
oh, you say you a stepper, better take your -ss home
’cause i don’t give a f-ck and i get your -ss gone
like pick him up, get him up out of here
y’all n-ggas be cap, this is my year
nah, i ain’t takin’ no pics, i’ma disappear, ayy

[chorus: young ant]
i got a stick and i got a glock
i whip out a stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ny in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
i got a stick and i got a glock
i whip out a stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ny in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these n-ggas, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ n-gga, your b-tch gave the drop
got him hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock
hidin’ inside ’cause he scared of the glock, b-tch

[verse 2: pyt ny]
(diss pyt and you not, b-tch)
you think i’m the one, but i’m not it
put the bread in your face, this a knot, b-tch
got me trending on the ‘gram, hot topic
and y’all like to fight, i’m a hot b-tch
heard these b-tches talk sl!ck but ain’t pop sh-t
see my video on the ‘gram, but they crop it
beat a b-tch ’til she sleep, unconscious, ayy
i hop in the coupe, turn into a lam’
i step with my brothers, know they gon’ blam
i tell ’em to go, they slidin’, no plan
i can’t find you, b-tch, i k!ll your mans
hold him for ransom, make him strip for bands
it’s funny how b-tches turned into my fans
they watching my moves, yeah, i do my dance
i’m a skinny lil’ b-tch, still shakin’ -ss
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged
ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged

[chorus: pyt ny]
yeah, i got a stick i got a glock
i whip out the stick, these b-tches on c-ck
got ant in the booth so you know it’s a lock
i don’t know who had shot him, got him feelin’ like pac
extortin’ these hoes, we slide on they block
you a stupid lil’ b-tch, your friend gave the drop
got her hidin’ inside ’cause she scared of the glock
got her hidin’ inside ’cause she scared of the glock, glock, glock

[outro: pyt ny]
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
and ain’t sh-t free, n-gga, show me cash
f-ck a broke boy, i been had a bag
i come in first place, i never been last
a b-tch act stupid, b-tch, get dragged

- pyt ny lyrics

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