the yung fusion – bring it on lyrics
[verse 1 : yung fusion]
i can’t really see why you bustas bragging
cause i generate what you just imagine
i cuff and drag them while chuckie’s laughing
look ya’ll are snacks to my dungeon dragon
my verses are biblical
never been calm or collective i’m triple cool
aim for tip of the pinnacle never that is so typical
nigga i’m way beyond that
i take your comrades and drop em off at my place for combat
then take your brains and your favorite games and bring razor blades to mixture call that
saw 5, tell your girl it’s long night
my flows the blood of a crack head with a cracked head from a bar fight
they could hear what i slay
bring the heat like keywane
now-a-days niggas flee when i speak game
too free no time for a weak lame
major keys never had space for a key chain
moving so quick nigga i can never see lanes
can’t decide to fly or swim need a sea plane
tell em bring it on, i’m in a deuce and half tint ray bans i don’t really see game
[hook : yung fusion]
man i just had to do it
in each and every song
all these rap boys they catch feelings man tell’em bring it on
ooh yeah yeah tell em bring it on x2
[verse 2: xen retro]
all you niggas petty
i’m the realest nigga repping
i’m the modern makaveli
mac 11’s for the rebels copping niggas for a penny ain’t no diamonds in the chevy only blood is what they carry
who’s on to to get it
i’m armed and ready
my bars are heavy
swinging machetes in ya brains spaghettis
i raise confettis
while hoping that the lord forgive me
cause i been blazing every track like everyday was 420
lord help me every time i stunt
black thoughts from the chosen one
the blue flames couldn’t scorch my lungs
the rap gods couldn’t seal my tongue
or rap scholars to read my puns
i slice beats for the cheese no buns
i’m hot dawg from the ky1
i blaze bars to the phoenix suns
then ball hard i’m the warlord son
the cash cream for the pay load funds
i’m blunt with it till theyspark ma buzz
top dawg loading all my techs
i spit it raw banging through yo chest
the gang signs weighing on ma belt
n blood stains spilling on my crip
i spit a verse, now they hold they breathe
you want war nigga be my guest
cause i could k!ll your whole clan in the squad you rep
in 6’7’8 bars i step
to greatness of a god himself
if you stepping betta’ watch yourself and that’s real
[verse 3: xen retro & yung fusion]
name another local better than me
i’ve been sipping chilling down in the east
retro and fusion been global with ease
warming the game fifty thousand degrees
i topple you niggas like truth is the key
monopoly money i’m moving the cheese
this tropical hitter be moving degrees
so they only mad they ain’t me
cause i been the boy with the greens
i’m running the game as we please
harlots they come around acting like flees
thinking this d-ck is for free
unless you get down on your knees
boy i’m c-cky with it
flow cold been frozen with it i’m iced out stay polar with it
lights out han solo with it i’m nasty i don’t know my limits
since the day of birth i’m known to get it
i go over records, and i raise bars from the ground up till they take off
flowing hard on that red bull till i drop the bomb on em, napalm
[hook]
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