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yga trap - wickin lyrics

[intro]
free the men
long live the men n+gga

[chorus]
put belt on the lane, put belt on the 3
i’m going rip+to+rip with that p
you say the wrong things to the men we dropping them bombs on your street, we making your retreat
you ain’t f+cking with me if you f+ck with the b
you ain’t f+cking with me if you f+ck with the 3
crack you right in your head, i hear you a rat
what happened to—? he got hit with that blatt
n+ggas go in the stu and throw on they hats
we coming for dude, we leaving sh+t stretched
meldawg be geekin’—
meldawg be geekin’, he blowin’ that fat
this p get to rolling, take a chunk out your nеck
he thought it was sweet all he heard was that blatt
n+gga see mе in person and then don’t be on sh+t
n+gga see me in person and really be nic

[verse]
i’m on every car, quickdraw off the hip
rap ass n+ggas be capping like sh+t
he ain’t got no attempts that boy is a b+tch
need get out the stu and get back for your men
young n+ggas not out, we gon drag on they men
on sh+t with this blatt, i’m standing on ten
on sh+t around the o, i jumped out with fifty
he jumped out his body, blow him up with this drizzy
i’m thuggin’ with bro and we both got fifty
this mini ap gon make your ass crispy
i got on my feet, you ain’t got on your kitty
free all the men, i’m chasin them digits
you be chasing them n+ggas these n+ggas some b+tches
walked down from the corner, we got three switches
get hit with this sh+t getting knocked out your fit
we catching these n+ggas they saying “they ain’t with it”
[chorus]
put belt on the lane, put belt on the 3
i’m going rip+to+rip with that p
you say the wrong things to the men we dropping them bombs on your street, we making your retreat
you ain’t f+cking with me if you f+ck with the b
you ain’t f+cking with me if you f+ck with the 3
crack you right in your head, i hear you a rat
what happened to—? he got hit with that blatt
n+ggas go in the stu and throw on they hats
we coming for dude, we leaving sh+t stretched
meldawg be geekin’—
meldawg be geekin’, he blowin’ that fat
this p get to rolling, take a chunk out your neck
he thought it was sweet all he heard was that blatt
n+gga see me in person and then don’t be on sh+t
n+gga see me in person and really be nic

- yga trap lyrics

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