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ybl jay - baby chop lyrics

ybl jay
ion even do flows like this that much
(mathias)
but this time i feel like i’m going crazy
on bro

i got a baby glock with a chop (huh)
i told my bro to keep slidin’ with action (with action)
he say he got me, boy what is you packin’ (cap)
been on the block, so you know i’m not lackin’ (grrrrttttaa)
been on the block, so you know i’m not cappin’
i got a verse man, you know i be snappin’ (yah yah)
i got the drop ‘cuz my bro, he be hacking (yah)
i’m on a song, man you know i be spazzin’ (yah)

i’ma show you what that toolie do
see what i don’ been through
mentally in trauma, i’ma pull up to brodie school
show him what them hollows do
told em don’t you follow dude
if you try to run i’ma hawk ’em down like madden too

‘member when my brother got his stick
he was really out here hittin’ l!cks
i’ma make a movie, like a fl!ck (fl!ck)
i’ma blood sucker like a tick (tick)
i be dropping, changing up the flow (flow)
if you want a featurе let me know (know)
i be freestylin’ on thе beat (beat)
i just had to let you haters know (know)
durk you better go and up the sco’ (sco’)
i be lookin’ big, 6’4 (foe)
they say, “von, tell me what’s the sco'” (sco’)
you know that it’s 6 to 24 (foe)
shawty out here messing with the bro (bro)
i just had to let brother know (know)
lookin’ for the opp like where he go (go)
i’ma spin again like marigo (marigo)
nanii2x
got the drop on the opp (okay)
it’s a tag on his toe (yah)
i just bought a new stick, like a hour ago (okay)
these n+ggas r+t+rded, they stealin’ my flow (okay)
i can’t beef ’bout a b+tch, i’ll shoot sh+t, on bro (okay, yah)
noah, you got a new girl?
you already know
you spotted a opp?
my n+ggas on go (yeah)
b+tch i’m too geeked, my ahh’ stuck in the yo (yeah)
i’ll walk in yo’ trap with a glock and a pole (ouu, yah)
i’ll stick this b+tch up leave yo’ ass on the flo’ (d+mn)
wake up, say my prayers, then stick to the code (yuh)
this is not 2k, but that opp n+gga sold (on god)
treat n+ggas like paper, i know they gon’ fold (pew, pew)
this glock shoot out ice, leave a opp n+gga cold (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
baby chop with a stock is gon’ rearrange yo’ mold (grrrthaa)
that boy movin’ shady, i know that he told (gang)
don’t speak on my brudda’, don’t go down that road (gang, gang, gang)

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