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yeroc – fuck 12 lyrics

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(yeroc)
moving that pack and i got all the ounces
you n-ggas broke yeah you wait on allowance
40 gon’ hit you you can’t hold your balance
f-ck on they p-ssy they ain’t got no talons
ride with the goons yeah you know they my n-ggas gon’ bust it
i cheat on my b-tch i’m like f-ck it
yeah i’m the plug, i get that sh-t for the low
like kd i’m getting them buckets
(lul tune)
b-tch i go crazy they told me to chill
if i catch her i be getting popped like a pill
i’m letting out shots while i’m gripping the wheel
just popped me an h now i roll like a wheel
your b-tch want to f-ck i go in for the k!ll
con’t f-ck with no f-ck n-ggas they quick to squeal
i got the gl!ck on me know that i pop it
hit up c4 he gon’ hit you with the rocket
late night in the lab b-tch you know that i’m plotting
spin back on your block and you know we not stopping
(c4)
yeah we not stopping you know that we spinning
shoot at your snapback and knock off your fitted
he think i’m p-ssy i showed him i’m with it
i rock the gucci i don’t need no d-mn tennis
my n-ggas they with it they straight out the jungle
call up yeroc he gon’ knock off your uncle
we sliding on ops we do that in the summer
run that sh-t up get that sh-t by the bundles
(yeroc)
these n-ggas scary they put on a front
feel like tom brady i win with a bunch
your b-tch she f-cking eat d-ck like it’s lunch
my time is now and i call it the crunch
no you ain’t gang and lil n-gga you knew that
when we pull up on you n-ggas don’t shoot back
i got the pounds and they stuffed in this bootbag
she want the big boat n-gga you too mad
(lul tune)
i send my guerillas to come back and miss
hop out the back of the ‘lac hit his -ss with a tec
f and n blew, tore it right through his chest
like nike just do it i get me a check
we run through your city we step on your neck
he acting too tough when he type through them texts
push up with the scope put it right through his neck
(c4)
your n-ggas 3 stooges you thought we was clueless
he thought someone was p-ssy we showed him we ruthless
the glock got a clock with a stick and a ruler
if i spot an op i’ma pop his medulla
they say that i’m crazy they say i’m r-t-rded
you know i’m that n-gga that shot up the party
can’t trust these b-tches they always say sorry
i’m shaking my dreads you know i get gnarly

- yeroc lyrics

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