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ybx smurxy - triple certified lyrics

[hook]

down for the count they count me out and now i’m back to get revenge
p+ssy n+ggas say they sorry i ain’t tryna make amends
bury the hatchet, nah n+gga we don’t do that in the ends
we gon’ pop out on a opp then we gon’ pop out on his mans

it’s triple certified the crew you know my n+ggas known to slide
put in the work and stay alert no you can’t catch us by surprise
rep the trenches rep the ends where i’m from it’s do or die
camera flash when we outside b+tch we triple certified
[verse]

my n+gga ap by my side and i ain’t talking bout the time
ain’t even worried bout the cash my n+gga chico on that grind
and shout out my n+gga trav he a goon and he gon ride
they been calling him the pirate he gon put one in the eye
you in a vitz i’m in a rafe you know there’s levels to this sh+t
ain’t no hate it ain’t no fake me and my n+ggas too legit
how you claim that you a fam when you been rolling with a snitch
that n+gga showed you he a p+ssy n+gga showed you he a b+tch
live a life that’s pressure free i smoke my weed and drink my booze
n+ggas sounding like alarms coz when i hear them b+tch i snooze
and i ain’t the type to choose
no i ain’t the type to lose
if i see sumn i gotta have alert the gang and we pursue
and i been rolling with the junkies so you know we stocking perks
can’t be lazy in these streets go grab a glock and get to work
so many crosses on our chains think we working for the church
that n+gga say that he too clean we gon leave him in the dirt
i’m really on that gangsta sh+t nah i ain’t got no time to chill
won’t chase the booze won’t chase the b+tch i’m only chasing after mills
you’d think that n+gga sick or sumn the way he popping all the pills
think we playing call of duty way we stacking up the k!lls
p+ssy n+ggas acting tuff i peep the act and say it’s cute
stay in your lane this ain’t no game step outta line and they gon shoot
these the n+ggas taking shots and i ain’t talking bout no hoops
get to the bottom of the problem we gon smoke em at the roots
louis cape that’s on my back call me a hero in the trap
rip virgil ice me out got so much drip call me the tap
ain’t talking pins on no location but ybx on the map
think we shooting tires way we leave a n+gga flat
[hook]

down for the count they count me out and now i’m back to get revenge
p+ssy n+ggas say they sorry i ain’t tryna make amends
bury the hatchet, nah n+gga we don’t do that in the ends
we gon’ pop out on a opp then we gon’ pop out on his mans

- ybx smurxy lyrics

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