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y$57 - gas! lyrics

[verse 1: y$57]
gotta hand in the side of my hip
b+tch i’m ready to empty the clip
if you talk on my name, imma flip
like za’, b+tch you gon’ get smoked in the whip
play dirty, runnin’ the spot
like smoke, you gon get popped
gettin fake plays, you a bot
you gon’ get banned for being a fraud
and i smoke on an opp like a szlug+
you my enemy, watch where you look
its real life, do not run from the hook
like run b+tch, your life is not meant for the hood
i heard that yo brodie got hit
like d+mn b+tch, what you gon do with that sh+t
two twin glocks, put his head on a spin
wait, i’m boutta do me some tricks

[break]

[verse 2: y$57]
one thing i ain’t never have seen
is a hoe, that be acting a queen
thats something you dont wanna dream
b+tches be offa tha 40 and bean
like d+mn b+tch, why you be falling for tricks
no wonder why you have been being a pr+ck
d+mn, thats why you shot in a ditch
probably thats for acting just like a b+tch
motherf+cker wanna dance, yuh
this .30 gon hit like a trance, yuh
i’m ready for it when it lands, yuh
i’m taking now, all of yo bands, huh
watch out, you takin’ this clip
beat yo ass, while i’m makin you flip
and you know thats it over again
shoot yo mans, he finna twitch
[verse 3: xelishurt]
yeah, i look at yo life you not built for the fame
yeah, got me a knife, and i aim at yo brain
like, two step b+tch, dance on the beat
m3, put you back in the seat
like, big 3 b+tch, who the f+ck you?
got me a knock, i don’t know who to shoot
with a ski on my face, you get done up
imma go run up, you gon’ see where the gun up
aye, gotcha ass runnin’, i’m spending the (?)
f+ckin’ a bad b+tch back of the tahoe
n+ggas is built like a pigeons, you flaco
like, one, two, three its a shot gun
yeah, she thought that i skeet on her mouth
n+ggas is rats, i’m reading em’ out
these are my verses, i’m reading them out
burn me a stack, b+tch i’m needing them now
been in the game and yo b+tch on my team
wore it all gold, yeahs there’s rocks on my t++th{?}
like, imma go stomp through this sh+t with my gang
i slide on that n+gga, i’m stealin’ that chain
jumpin’ the rope, b+tch i’m cuttin’ it up
shoot up the back, he couldn’t duck
all in my crib, my sh+t gettin’ stuck
pull out the clutch, b+tches get touched
pull out the 90, b+tch gas on the break
zoomin’ on 100, you feelin’ the race
look through the scope, when i aim at yo face
shoot at yo mouth, b+tch you can’t have a case
jump on that rope, and i cover my (?)
give me the pet when i’m blowin’ it back
she on my tip, and she blowin’ it fat
b+tches want (?) they just want they dad(?)

- y57 lyrics

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