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ybf k sauce – draco’s n’ choppas lyrics

[verse]
my n+ggas ridin’ with glocks
lil bro run up on me, f+ck it
i’m ready to up it
lil n+gga i’m ready to pop
lil gang told me i never do intros
i told her “f+ck it, i wait for the drop”
but that n+gga tkay sh+t to hot
n+ggas told me my sh+t crack no pot
all my n+ggas ride with extendos
n+gga say he a k!ller, i’m ‘posed to be scared
the f+ck? lil n+gga i’m with those
and these n+ggas be rappin’ bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t on nada, they been hoes
n+gga say i’m a b+tch and he think he a gangsta
the f+ck? n+gga we must’ve switched roles
n+gga, i took his b+tch and he switched hoes
n+gga, all these n+ggas be b+tches
how the f+ck every onе of these n+ggas get switchеs
say you my what? lil b+tch you trippin’
yo big homie hit up, we dipping’
and i’m smokin’ on shh, i can’t even say it
and you slidin’ on what? you ain’t even spray it
aye domo, i think these lil n+ggas scared
i drop a bag, he get hit up by greg
late night, all blacked out, we creepin’
touch who chain, lil b+tch i’m squeezin’
they say he got hit up and nah he ain’t breathin’
he prolly gon’ run and soon as i see him
’cause you ‘member he did that sh+t the last time
mmcht, f+ck, i forgot the feds be watchin’
just forget that last rhyme
matter fact, imma take out that last line
when i pull out that glock, he a running back
n+gga i’m tryna get so high on the score
everybody forget i be totin’ straps
n+gga broke than a b+tch
if i drop a bag, he die
‘fo he even touch a rack
nowadays my ex be talkin’ bout bodies
before, she ain’t even f+ck with that
f+cked wit’ me, now she want her 100 straps
lotta these n+ggas hatin’, i’m not 50
i ain’t gettin’ hit in the eye
and i ain’t finna die unless somebody dyin’ wit’ me
and that lil n+gga tweakin’, he bringin’ the gang
then f+ck it, all my n+ggas slidin’ wit’ me
n+gga say i’m a hoe, i ain’t got it in me
and he thought i was playin’, i told him to spin
but he ain’t even wit’ it, he got dizzy
all my n+ggas get back gang
they shootin’ sh+t up if any of my n+ggas die
and every time i hit the pack
i be seein’ the opps up in heaven
why they call it high
and all my n+ggas stay wit’ a strap
but i don’t give a f+ck
’cause i know that i’m ready to die
n+gga run up on me, then he must’ve been hittin’ the weed
’cause he prolly up in the sky
too turnt gang, these n+ggas know
that i ain’t never needed no perky’s
to play wit’ that fye
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout drac’s and choppas
but they ain’t even really slidin’
why they gotta lie
if you run up on me, then i’m sorry
’cause i know that yo’ mama love you
but you gotta die
n+gga, i don’t believe lil bro really wit’ it
if i took his b+tch, then he prolly would cry
who the f+ck want, d+mn
who the f+ck want smoke wit’ ybf
all that muhf+ckin’ runnin’
that n+gga a b+tch
i ain’t even chase him, he outta breath
n+ggas thinkin’ i’m playin’ bout all of this sh+t
i ain’t never gon’ b+tch out, i’d rather death
n+gga talk too hot, them shots start flyin’
i ain’t got no drac, i’ll pop that 9
and i’m feelin’ like f+ck it
i don’t give a f+ck about none of these n+ggas
i’m ready to spin
i know these n+ggas b+tches, they really pretend
n+ggas know i pulled up, and i’ll do it again
and before i go out like a hoe
imma let this sh+t blow
and i don’t give a f+ck if i win
let a f+ck n+gga play wit’ me
i’ll make a smoothie
how i put a f+ck n+gga up in the blend

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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