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yagi b - drippy ooters lyrics

[intro: yagi b]
grrah+grrah (ayo’ eli what the f+ck)
its yagi b lil b+tch grrah+grrah (like what)

[verse 2: yagi b]
still bendin’ and spazzin’ , we see a gzz gotta’ clap ’em
f+ck all of them n+ggas’ in caskets
the f+ck you gon’ do when i hop out the truck
masked up ski’d up call me yagi assassin
and b+tch we the drippiest shooters
these n+ggas talkin’ bout guns but, they never gon’ use ’em
rah got shot in the head and he died
he got shot in his legs now that n+gga can’t use ’em
mex went bye in the benz, couldn’t say bye to his friends
[verse 2: mhady2hottie]
(like grahh+grahh) f+ck rah n+gga died ina whip
ek did bad he got shot by b+tch
they keep tеlling me chill im like f+ck that sh+t
like run up on mе ima’ dump that sh+t
no, she can’t get that can’t the addy can’t trust that b+tch
(no she can’t get the addy like no like’ look)
oh he thinks sh+t sweet
ima creep, ima spin thru that block 7 days of the week
think he hot he get hit with the heat
i’m wit yagi don’t forget the b
walk down gang when we hop out that v
oh’ he tough? lemme see, f+ck all the politicking we can link
i got 64 shots, i’m lookin’ for a g
grahh+grahh ask who i smoke (rahhhh)
he got shot in his chest oh nah’

[verse 3: set da trend]
hollow tips hit ’em what him multiply
im on that sh+t been on that timin’
been smoking lotti had to remind em
catch me a jiggy, i call up that dyk+ that go dumb
she gon pop out the cut make em run
i can’t wait till i run into goon ima’ pop em like yellow
let of seven just like melo
we not smokin’ block we smokin rah
its a so many shots that they done got with em
i ain’t chris ima will smith em’
and we still smoking [?] sister
pick up a gun why the f+ck you still dissin
catch a jet from the fourth and im leaving him missing
[outro: yagi b]
still bendin’ and spazzin’ , we see a gzz gotta’ clap ’em
f+ck all of them n+ggas’ in caskets
the f+ck you gon’ do when i hop out the truck
masked up ski’d up call me yagi assassin
and b+tch we the drippiest shooters
these n+ggas talkin’ bout guns but, they never gon’ use ’em
rah got shot in the head and he died
he got shot in his legs now that n+gga can’t use ’em

- yagi b lyrics

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