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stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz – yrb4x lyrics

[intro: yrb tezz]
i swear
i swear, i swear
ayy, i swear, uh

[chorus: yrb tezz]
yeah, yrb and 4x, lil’ n+gga, that’s the same thing (same thing)
redeyes and trackhawks, lil’ n+gga, we switchin’ lanes
i+i+i’ma make a hundred bands soon as my b+tch get off the plane
you can cut my tongue out my mouth before i say a name (i say)

[verse 1: yrb tezz]
you can get hit in your face, you reach for my chain (that’s on gang)
you ain’t spin, ain’t tryna hear a n+gga screamin’, “gang gang” (gang gang)
drop top, bad b+tch, make her eat the d+ck and i don’t know her name (i don’t know her name)
yeah, you can catch a headshot, n+gga, better use your brain (better usе your brain)
look, i don’t care who you accurate with, n+gga, f+ck your stain (brat, brat)
ayy (ayy), swear to god a n+gga put in pain (swеar to god i put in pain)
uh, yeah, yrb 4x, b+tch, it’s the same thing (b+tch, it’s the same thing)
ayy, b+tch, you ain’t no stepper, then you can’t hang (ayy)
say, “he don’t get the picture, knock him out the frame” (b+tch, ayy)
ayy, got caught lackin’ in the whip, n+gga should’ve changed lanes (brat, brat)
ayy, last pack got caught time for a new main
f+ck that, another spot, i gotta catch me another box (i swear)
see, i run in your sh+t like i’m goin’ in+off (i swear)
ayy, i’ll send you a pack, just send the addy
baby, i’m finessin’ you if i don’t send a tractor
that pack come and make sure you answer
i’m the trap god, i ain’t no f+ckin’ rapper
i don’t wanna make the packs go casper
i’m the one that bust it out that wrapper
then sell this sh+t to your favorite rapper
[chorus: yrb tezz]
yeah, yrb and 4x, lil’ n+gga, that’s the same thing (same thing)
redeyes and trackhawks, lil’ n+gga, we switchin’ lanes
i+i+i’ma make a hundred bands soon as my b+tch get off the plane (uh+huh)
you can cut my tongue out my mouth before i say a name

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
uh, yrb and 4x, lil’ n+gga, that’s the same sh+t (the four)
crunch time or die, we ain’t them n+ggas to be played with (let’s go)
stay clutchin’ on my fire at any moment, i’ll let this k stick (boom, boom, boom)
every n+gga with me keep one up tucked and they gon’ flock, i ain’t gotta pay sh+t (boom, boom, boom)
gang gang (gang), you ain’t spin you with us, then you can’t hang, b+tch (blatt, blatt)
burner turns up the ‘cat (grrt), hop in the ‘vette, then do the same sh+t (come on)
uh, i bring them k!llers to the show, we all got poles and got the stage lit (grrt)
n+gga reachin’ for my chain, b+tch, that’s a no, he get his brain split (’cause that’s a nah)
n+gga get his face hit, the city know we dangerous (nah, come on)
we shoot a n+gga like a movie like we caught him from all angles (come on)
ayy, i be sippin’ all this syrup, i could’ve signed a deal with maple (uh, uh)
she tryna f+ck a young rich blood (uh), she know it’s millions on the table (uh, uh, ms)
put an end on the side of the stick, so when you shoot, it catch them cases
uh, i sm+t her out and give her d+ck, then send her through the gangers (ah ha)
i holler, “f+ck the laws and free all of my members out them cages”
we strapped up in the club, crackin’ fours and twistin’ up, opps famous (grrt, grrt)

[chorus: yrb tezz]
yeah, yrb and 4x, lil’ n+gga, that’s the same thing
redeyes and trackhawks, lil’ n+gga, we switchin’ lanes
i+i+i’ma make a hundred bands soon as my b+tch get off the plane
you can cut my tongue out my mouth before i say a name
[outro: stunna 4 vegas]
we ain’t go against the grain
f+ck this sh+t, i put this on my pain
bust a n+gga’s brain if he go against the grain
mmm, mmm+mmm, mmm, before he sn+tch your chain

- stunna 4 vegas yrb tezz lyrics

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