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richtribe atg - flush out! lyrics

flush out! lyrics
gon’ head and try to hit me if you able
stone cold stunner slam a n+gga through a table
they call you they brother, try to k!ll you, cain and abel
these p+ssies dry cappin’ tellin’ fibs and makin’ fabels

he thinkin’ he alladat, i’m on some more sh+t
still takin’ over on my javalord sh+t
bark but don’t bite, boy i swear that’s some hoe sh+t
that’s really beyond me i swear it make no sense

get mad if you want it just shows that the shoe fits
talk all that talk boy i do not give 2 sh+ts
keep 100, tell what the truth is
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas let alone they music

(yuh)

y’all fallin’ off, but i’m up like a yoyo
surrounded by kappas, i ain’t talkin logos
on a hunt till they extinct like a dodo
the way that i’m snappin’, you’d think this a photo

step on the scene and i’m makin it tragic
i been quiet too long, i’m lettin’ ’em have it
ain’t gon’ ever sell out, i don’t f+ck with black magic
b+tch i’m elmer fudd and these rappers are rabbits
(d+mn) (yuh) they like “atg why you so heated”
it’s written all over the walls n+gga read it
i don’t speak much, when i say sh+t i mean it
won’t stop until all competition defeated
make ’em eat all they doubts when they see i succeeded
stackin’ my money up when i receive it
invest in my craft cuz i know i believe it

n+ggas get big ups and think that they big sh+t
it’s too bad i don’t give a f+ck like a limp d+ck
that clout is a dangerous drug, it’s addictive
put yourself on the line, b+tch don’t risk it and get hit

aye, i’m givin’ reality checks
aye, i’m gettin’ some boundaries set
quit sayin’ you heat boy you sound like the rest
my sh+t thumpin’ like i pound on my chest

lyrical k!lling spree i’m causin’ casualties
i started rappin’ cuz most of y’all trash to me
livin’ a lie that is real lame and sad to see
wanna collab then i’m taxin’ a rack at least
mob with the project we look like maccabees
we eat these b+tch n+ggas up like some mac and cheese
after we done brodie pass me a napkin please
take off on these n+ggas ain’t n0body passin’ me
dang, young atg really doin’ his thang
don’t say to much he just stay in his lane
never clowinin’ for clout, just collecting his change
cuz it’s bread over beef and it’s funds before fame
n+ggas not to be trusted, i can’t let it hang
n+ggas spittin’ they venom right out of they fangs
actin’ cool to my face, then you switch and talk sh+t
then you say its sight, and still ain’t did a thang

(p+ssy)

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