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triggboy ty - rrahsav you a bitch you can’t do shit lyrics

[intro: triggboy ty]
(ayy, atl jacob)
(southside on the track, yeah!)
yuh!
b+tch+ass n+gga!
ayy, free spazz, free glockz, long live lil dee
63rd sh+t, f+ck a opp, f+ck rrahsav!
boom boom boom boom
p+ssy!

[chorus: triggboy ty]
rrahsav, you a b+tch, you can’t do sh+t (nah)
still posted on the 6th with a full clip (grahh)
he got hit in his back, now he walk with a limp (he limpin’)
i be ridin’ with a chop, not a regular stick (fa+fa+fa)
catch that goof in the mall, then he gettin’ split (boom!)
i ain’t fightin’ no opp, b+tch, i empty the whip (skrrt skrrt)
better pray to your god, ’cause your life gettin’ flipped
and this glock got a switch, make it hiccup quick (rrah, rrah!)

[verse: triggboy ty]
catch rrahsav lackin’, i’ma crash out (boom!)
grew up on 63rd, i ain’t never took the safe route (nope)
he was talkin’ big sh+t—got his face blown out (stupid!)
now his mama on the ‘gram with a sad+ass pout (b+tch!)
big .223, put a hole in his mouth
and his big bro died tryna sneak through the south (facts)
you ain’t sly, you a snitch, you be chattin’ to the feds
i was 10 in the fiеld, with a pole and some dreads (grrrahh!)
you a b+tch, you ain’t spin, you just post on thrеads
say you up on the score? n+gga, all of y’all dead (smokin’ yo homie)
we be ridin’ with glocks, red beams like a sled
and my switch go brrt, now he sleep in a bed
p+ssy!
[bridge: triggboy ty]
rrahsav, you a ho, get your dumbass buried
and your aunt suck d+ck for a .5 of cherry
i don’t fight, i shoot, make your block get scary (boom boom!)
big gun with a light, turn his face to dairy (melted!)
you a nerd in the field, i be movin’ like larry
switch so fast, made his soul leave early (skrrt!)

[chorus: triggboy ty]
rrahsav, you a b+tch, you can’t do sh+t (you can’t!)
still posted on the 6th with a full clip (boom!)
he got hit in his back, now he walk with a limp (stupid!)
i be ridin’ with a chop, not a regular stick (uh+uh)
catch that goof in the mall, then he gettin’ split (graah!)
i ain’t fightin’ no opp, b+tch, i empty the whip (rrah rrah rrah)
better pray to your god, ’cause your life gettin’ flipped (ayy)
and this glock got a switch, make it hiccup quick (brrt!)

[outro: triggboy ty]
63rd, b+tch
f+ck yo dead homies, f+ck rrahsav
you a b+tch, you ain’t never did nothin’
boom boom boom boom boom
we outside—come slide, hoe!
(rrahsav, you a b+tch, b+tch, b+tch…)

- triggboy ty lyrics

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