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ybn nahmir - politics lyrics

[intro: ybn nahmir]
ha
gang (gang, gang, gang, gang)
ayy
man what the f+ck? n+ggas already know what the f+ck goin’ on, man. i ain’t with none of that internet talking, man
n+ggas know where the f+ck i stay at
if it was up with n+ggas, n+ggas would’ve been blew that b+tch down
n+ggas is p+ssy, on my momma n+gga
(ayy)
if you for real, leave the internet gangster

[verse 1: ybn nahmir]
when i seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (b+tch)
n+ggas really don’t want smoke, they talking for the ‘gram (brrra)
tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (gang)
’til we hop out with them blowers, blow ’em like a fan (baow, baow, baow)
n+ggas talk that hot sh+t when i’m out of town (when i’m out of town)
but when i touch back down, none these n+ggas ’round (gang, gang)
i be talking cash sh+t, i got a bag now (b+tch)
but if a n+gga think i’m p+ssy, i’ma lay ’em down (brrra)
i’m in la f+cking all these hoes, i’m dizzy (i’m dizzy)
i’m up now, they doin’ what i say like a sensei (like a)
my sh+t hit like a n+gga hit a checkmate (ha)
and b+tches know me, i’m still bouncing out with them big k’s (brrra+bah+bah+bah)
when i’m in town, i’m on the east, and i ain’t ducking sh+t (ducking sh+t)
n+ggas talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (b+tch)
n+ggas make that lil’ diss but ain’t sparking sh+t (gang, gang)
boy you p+ssy and we know you stay in hoover, b+tch (brrra, brrra)
brodie told ’em drop a pin, where them n+ggas stay? (n+ggas stay)
i’m on the [1:08?] with number 5, he hit you in the face (you n+ggas, ha)
fake beefin’, well you need to put that mop up (put that mop up)
boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (grrra, grrra, grrra)
n+gga on yo’ dead homie i ain’t ran from sh+t (ran from sh+t)
if a n+gga say i did, he a lyin’ b+tch (b+tch)
beat them b+tches up, you n+ggas wasn’t stopping sh+t (stupid b+tch)
if i was there, i would’ve let off that whole clip (brrra+bah+bah+bah)
wave hoppin’, well y’all need to ride another wave (‘nother wave)
and y’all was all on my d+ck with “rubbin’ off the paint” (n+gga sick)
that sh+t dropped and a n+gga hit a 100k (b+tch)
that’s why they mad, ’cause they wanna be up in my place (in my place)
but no you can’t and i’m the one that’s f+cking b+tches now (f+cking b+tches now)
all that recordin’, yeah, you n+ggas steady snitching now (you n+ggas g+y)
keep on talking with that [?] bet he finna drown
[?] was talking they turned [?]
i say i’m good [?], let a n+gga play
so you can catch me [?]
it’s rip [?], for quay i count big [?]
these n+ggas still talking with no bullets in them ak’s
n+ggas talking until they see that black nissan
i ain’t never seen these b+tches or these peons
i broke that lil b+tch hard i can’t keep mines
i can’t go to florida, it’s like n+gga i’ll be fine
i’m goin’ to houston, know a n+gga got the mob ties
these n+ggas really only heart on ig live
i’m locked in in this h+ll, if you touch me, n+gga
these n+ggas only act hard when they n+ggas with em
shout out [?], shout out [?], them my n+ggas, n+gga
any n+gga touch [?] i’m really tripping, n+gga
touch dizzy lil’ b+tch then i’m on yo ass
and off rip i leave you in that body bag
[verse 2: g herbo]
you think just ’cause we up them m’s we ain’t shooting n+ggas
okay we on that when [?] yeah stupid n+gga
all my n+ggas earned them stripes now we too offic’
that’s yo homie he gon’ die too, what he doin’ with you
smoke a [?] thinking ’bout my brodie, n+gga know i miss
[?] you can smoke for kobe, yeah [?]
used to wake up early mornings and we on that mission
sending you rip hollow go right through a [?]
lil’ bro do a hit, you must think we kiddin’
homie ain’t no k!ller, that sh+t don’t [?]

[verse 3: daboii]

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