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ybl zah - fwtx to atl (feat. chris!) lyrics

[verse 1: ybl zah]
we rolling through the gang, fort worth to atl
me and my n+gga chris, bl!ck, we ain’t takin’ no f+cking l
hittin’ l!cks, stackin’ pape keep dat sh+t one hunnid
got the bl!ck with me, ain’t no need for no runnin
got the bl!ck with me, never lackin
run up on us, you gon’ catch a crackin
makin’ plays, countin’ trays, like biggie in the 90s
we 2000’s baby’s but we ain’t f+cking with no 90’s
getting all these b+tches i ain’t playing no d+mn games
feeling like tracy mcgrady with the shots taking aim
gotta wake up and get it i got time i feel like dame
i see these n+ggas plotting on me
whipping out them knots
so they pocket watching so i gotta keep that glock on me
twin can’t from the bottom he him
popped out fresh then a model tryna jock him
running my monеy up that’s how i be
i be in the trap popping pеrcs sipping lean
it be how it be but it ain’t what it seems
n+ggas high as a kite keep making them trees
you play with my fam we knock gon knock u off your knees
i just f+cked this one b+tch now she only want me
can’t even feel my body n+gga can’t even see
i done locked the backdoor but some n+ggas got keys
my n+gga chris finna sting this beat like a bumblebee
[verse 2: chris!]
man i’m taking all this lean like i’m lucki
pack em up roll him up man he musty
can you leave me alone when i’m tryna drive
caught him up shot his ass like 100 times
sneak dissing on your [?] this gon get you k!lled
call my hitter up on you that’s a easy deal
wait hold on, hold on, hold on let me keep rapping
yall n+ggas need to catch up my money keep on stacking
and you want to get shot up the n+gga keep on lacking
imma keep f+ckin your b+tch that’s why she so happy
man that’s everyday
me and zah really do this sh+t they keep on playing
i gotta stop taking drugs man they getting bad
lil n+gga thought he was a gangsta put him in a bag
man y’all keep on running so y’all fast
man i’m not gon lie i always got them tools
you and your homie gon die imma make you choose
i just f+ck this one b+tch now i got her loose
i’m a night for one second then he went oof
nah i’m done i’m done i’m done i’m done

[outro: ybl zah]
nah twin why you went crazy like that?
why you k!ll that sh+t like that bro?
these n+ggas not
they can’t take the heat

- ybl zah lyrics

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