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$tupid young & shordie shordie - mo bands lyrics

[intro]
(duse makin’ slaps, trick)
(this is jay p bangz)

[verse: $tupid young]
all that politickin’ you doin’ unacceptable
you never puttin’ work for it unexceptional
i ain’t your average rapper b+tch i’m with the reputables
he only yellin’ “gang,” when we hang that sh+t skeptical
you wondering why the young homies ain’t respecting you
you tellin’ ’em to go on missions that you would never never do
they say you would end up in jail, dead, or a vegetable
but if you make it out alive you a professional
this is why the bag is the only thing that i’m gettin’ to
never chasin’ the p+ssy or put it up on the pedestal
never knockin’ at my door, sometimes i gotta let ’em through
they said, “the closes is the ones tryna get rid of you”
so you gotta, watch out, ride around wit’ yo glocks out
slide on the opps out, put away your props out
shoot, run, knock out, this life you not ’bout
young n+ggas pop out, guaranteed you get chopped out out

[chorus: $tupid young]
brodie wit’ me in trenches and i’m movin’ cautious
i’m just tryna turn my whole circle into bosses
think it’s time to win, we done took so many losses
he gon’ need god if he ever try to cross us
told lil’ baby do it no hands
i just bought me a glizzy ain’t it don’t jam
said it’s vvs only but it don’t dance
i ain’t tryna hold hands i need some mo’ bands
[verse 3: shordie shordie]
i, i, been on that other side [?]
like, where he at right now he thinks no way he could die
you drop off what you want right now but it ain’t nothing to a g
she think it’s something to a n+gga, nothing to a p
life goes on, how i’d go wrong
perc’s all in my, she like, “why so long”
and now she getting petty, getting fetty, i’m wit’ you
all they tell is lies when you don’t even know the truth

- tupid young shordie shordie lyrics

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