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$tupid young - moment to vent lyrics

[verse]
ayy, he should’ve been in a movie how he actin’ tough
walk him down with this glock, better back him up
they’ve been wonderin’ where i’ve been, i’ve been stackin’ up
he dropped ten videos, i dropped one and passed him up
i’m in a foreign with a b+tch and she bad as f+ck
can’t answer my main call so she mad as f+ck
ever since my bro died, i ain’t laughed as much
this k!ller in the pen’, i told bro stab him up
the last opp who caught me slippin’ still ain’t do sh+t
them n+ggas ain’t ’bout no action, they just move lips
been had stripes before music, ain’t gotta prove sh+t
they tryna hop up on this wave, this ain’t no cruisе ship
fn on me case they tryna backdoor
i was takin’ trips bеfore i had a passport
don julio made her throw up on the lamb’ door
you see the tats, say where i’m from, so why you ask for?
please don’t try me, ’cause i’ma pass the test
i just go and get that sh+t, call it manifest
put a baggage on your head, why you grab a vest?
once you gone, then my shooter gon’ cash the check
how ironic, ’cause this gucci cost me two g’s
crip n+gga gettin’ chicken with some blue cheese
no bell bottoms, blue rags out these ksubis
no locksmith, but i could get you a few kis
i’m from the city where they locin’ ’bout a blue c
where we put n+ggas from the other side on new tees
sos ace, even the sioux
let me remind you it’s the rap game bruce lee
tryna claim that he a shooter with a 22
he ain’t got no jumper like had ’em twenty+two
you throwin’ subs on the net, but what you finna do
when you see a bunch of locs right in front of you?
b+tch, we only goin’ forward like a one way
rich crip, but i’m still with the gunplay
your b+tch man crushin’, gotta be a monday
she know i touch more bread than cashiers at subways
dissin’ us now, you a future dead guy
just like we threw a pencil, we’ll make the lead fly
throwin’ gang signs like i was a deaf guy
collect calls from your bros, you better press 5
[chorus]
suckers in the club, hit they ass with a bottle
i’m the wrong type to be your kids’ role model
you can’t play me, you got a better chance at the lotto
screamin’ officials be the label and free rado
suckers in the club, hit they ass with a bottle
i’m the wrong type to be your kids’ role model
you can’t play me, you got a better chance at the lotto
screamin’ officials be the label and free rado

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