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$tupid young – wit’ me lyrics

[intro]
ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
fly crippin’, got a thing with me
n-ggas trippin’, got the gang with me
new n-ggas tryna hang with me
you ain’t really what you claim to be
too official, ain’t no fake in me
came up, now they hating me
why you think i got a k with me?
’cause ain’t no n-gga out here takin’ me

[verse 1]
n-ggas wanna hang with the gang, check the resume
if he from the set on the mission, then he better spray
beretta spray, broad day, make the weather change
k!llers in the hood and they wishing for a better day
see my uncles catching bodies, we don’t never say
way back when t-life thuggin’ in the escalade
no more hitting l1cks, rapping is the better way
tryna touch an m and make sure that we forever paid
raised in the streets, sh-t had me attached
thinkin’ ’bout the times when we almost got cracked
we was on a mission ridin’ ’round in a hatch
lookin’ for a purse or gold chain we could sn-tch
thinkin’ ’bout my dead homies, wishing i could bring ’em all back, all back
for now, we gon’ load up them choppers while we dressed in all black, all black, ayy

[verse 2]
want a show, you gotta pay to see
keep it real, ain’t no fakery
keep a glock, they tryna spray on me
tryna stack the dough like a bakery
bad b-tches steady chasing me
told my ex there’s no replacing me
that b-tch ain’t have no faith in me
now i came up, it’s what she hate to see
keep a thing in these tricky streets
i know n-ggas out here envy me
close friends can be your enemies
i can’t let these n-ggas nipsey me
so i gotta watch how i move
young n-gga out here payin’ dues
n-ggas can’t do what i do
n-ggas can’t do what i do

- tupid young lyrics

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