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sob x rbe - be gone lyrics

[intro: yhung t.o.]
aye lil’ brodie, watch that shit that you speak on
i don’t even know you, b-tch be gone
niggas never come outside ’cause they be home
and if they did live in the hood they’ll be gone

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
find out where dem niggas live, we at yo’ peep hole
and i ain’t wit’ that shit that you be on
yeah i’m from the v but this vloan
and b-tch if you a boss, put yo’ team on
ayy, it’s on my hip, you know it’s on wax
bro caught a body and beat the case
kick a nigga door, we need the safe
put this glock down, i keep the drake

[verse 1: daboii]
niggas gon’ keep on talkin’ crazy ’til we shut they mouth
niggas ain’t gon’ free they b-tch ’til we run they spouse
and she got somethin’ against real niggas, only f-ck wit’ clowns
niggas be talkin’ bout they block but always tucked at house
just got a stack that i can’t fold, that i can’t f-ckin’ count
where the f-ck was niggas at when i was f-ckin’ down?
b-tch i always keep a strap like i f-ck around
heard yo’ daddy was a rat so you’s a f-ckin’ mouse
nigga i’ll beat yo’ -ss if i don’t got the strap
how the f-ck is niggas shooters, still ain’t shot a gat?
and i ain’t hoppin’ in a booth unless i got the pack
niggas trickin’ for that babbie, niggas coppin’ cat
cruisin’ in them srt’s but we ain’t buyin’ scats
b-tch if i ain’t in that field a nigga writin’ raps
i like money, drugs and guns, you niggas like to act
and bro will snake you for that green that nigga like slatt
b-tch on the gang

[verse 2: sob deezy]
and i’ll let this 30 bust, what the f-ck he think?
i got niggas in they feelings and i blame the drink
put this b-tch in sports mode and be gone in a blink
i think these niggas really mad ’cause they know they can’t link
i just came up on a 10 and put 6 in the bank
why these niggas talkin’ shit can’t put 5 in the tank
all these b-tches hop on d-ck, they just follow the rank
i’m the type to free the b-tch, i’m the one you should thank
my granny told me change my life but no, i just can’t
and when we pull up for a skit we don’t shoot we just paint
and i’ma go and cut this line, ’cause no i can’t wait
i tape 20 to the 30, it got slapped on the drake
and i’ll let this b-tch go before i up a cape
on the freeway doin’ a hundred ain’t no time to be late
i like money, i like guns, b-tch i love me the bank
and i’ll f-ck yo’ baby mom’s ’cause you think she a saint

- sob x rbe lyrics

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