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ybt - spotem gang lyrics

[intro]
let’s go, yeah
represent fifty, y’all know how i do it, gang
yeah, n+ggas ain’t got shot, but they ain’t talkin’ sh+t

[verse]
ayy, i’m the type to get up close on n+ggas, then let it blow (boom)
yeah, n+ggas know we still screamin’, “f+ck the eight and f+ck the four”
ayy, i just lost my bro, but n+ggas know we still go up that score
ayy, they be scared to book me for a show, they know we get it on
yeah, choppers with them hundred rounds
ayy, glizzies with that vrrt sound
yeah, brand new glock, it’s black and brown, run up, man down (ah ha)
ayy, i told bro ‘nem where they at, them n+ggas ran down
ayy, boy, you know you not from over here, that mean you outta bounds
i’m runnin’ with some dreadheads, them n+ggas look like rastas
we catch an opp, we knock his noodles back, turn it to pasta (uh)
yeah, n+ggas talkin’ ’bout them racks, well, i got lots of cash
i might drop a ten and they get on your ass (racks)
huh, yeah, i throw back a perc’ every time that i get mad
i’m a big crip, i ain’t gotta walk ’round with no flag
ask the last n+gga, heard them boys did his ass bad
they call us bomb squad because we walk around like, bad, bad (boom)
yeah, leave his mama sad because we put that lil’ b+tch in the past
yeah, i stay with this rocket when i spot him, b+tch, i gotta blast
like, huh, yeah, we got his ass
ayy, come here, boy, don’t try to run
ayy, glock 19 my favorite gun
i pass that b+tch off when i’m done
my brother caught one, made him fun
ayy, ayy, that’s like he caught up one
ayy, out the window with that ruger filled, that’s how you spot on somethin’
yeah, rest in peace to my lil’ brother, you know that i love ya
yeah, you know when i catch a k!ller, i’ma do him for ya
hol’ up, everybody know i’m gangster, ballin’ like the hoyas
ayy, remember i ain’t have no grills, i had to use foil
yeah, now i got them johnny dangs, i wash them b+tches, boy
yeah, clean them b+tches in a pot, i watch them b+tches boil, huh, uh
[outro]
you know what the f+ck goin’ on
yeah, clean them b+tches in a pot, i watch them b+tches boil, huh
ayy, big racks, i might f+ck around and take your ho to bora bora
gang, clean them b+tches in a pot, i watch them b+tches boil
ayy, big racks, i might f+ck around and take your b+tch to bora bora

- ybt lyrics

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