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ygb hakim - ygb anthem lyrics

[intro]
(i mean sh+t, we already know about you hakim but we don’t know about the rest of the ygb)
(sh+t, introduce them if you don’t mind)
(huegh)
sh+t i got you fam
(on god)
aye
(on god)
yhea
(on god)
aye

[verse 1]
i keep a rack like im in tennis (on god)
my n+ggas a mence, just lied to they dentist (on god)
they say im fast so im k!lling these tracks, yhea i murdered the beat nd’ i ain’t even finished
imma young n+gga, came straight out the east, but i stay to myself
i ain’t built like you b+tches
i can’t be stuntin’ on bumby ass n+ggas cuz yall gon’ be talkin’ and wantin’ attention
my n+gga smoke dope, that’ll smoke no pole, and this choppa, ak make uh young n+gga flow
my name is hakim and i tote fo’+fo’s
we are ygb and we come at ya door
corry got sticks nd’ moo got big fat gas, where he at?
he gon’ shoot at yo back nd’ people take flight onna n+gga plus (?) rats (?)
my n+ggas stay to they selves, nd’ you f+ck with tray then we might as well send you to h+ll
yhea he got saved by the bell, now he in the princ+p+l’s office he better not tell
freshman year, yhea had to remain active and tote them tools
eighteen years, started hoppin’ in cars, now i stay to myself becuz they never do
droppin’ around in the class, i know i won’t pass but so what?
i got off my ass
n+ggas was talkin’ bout shootin’ up sh+t , i was savin’ up money they livin’ too fast
if i was a felon with sticks in the trunk and the cops get behind me im doin’ the dash
n+ggas, were poppin’ at sh+t, nd’ now he seen be he scrachin’ his head juss’ like he gotta rash
now that uh n+gga hit ten k n+ggas, been fate
im just waitin’ on the hit day, ugh
i’ll cut uh n+gga like a sensei, don’t get hurt, better listen to whutcho b+tch say ugh
we can’t be stuntin on her because all of my n+ggas at ygb been tryin’ to get rich
we can’t be countin’ on n0body else, cuz we both got each other no stress for uh b+tch
you gave that hoe uh ring and tell him (?) valentine you simp
i use to be a simp, but i grew older, i turnt to a pimp
this man think he sl!ck, he f+ckin’ b+tches bigger then uh blimb, but i be f+ckin’ b+tches that be badder then [kylie and kim?]
my homies be dunkin’, but yo homies only touch the rim
my homies go strong when we get asked, but yo turn into whimps
parked up in the seen nd’ they left blood but all my n+ggas crip
rappin’ took me far, but don’t play wit me he not one of them
boyfriend like to snich alot (on god)
really i then did alot (on god)
yhea we really call yo girlfriend “thoughtless wh0re” nd’ she suck d+ck alot (on god)
plus she really choose to let her go cuz she just pick alot (on god)
yhea im gettin’ money, i don’t care if i was rich or not (on god)
workin’ all night, door dash out the hustle
i was in my bag, now im comin’ out the duffle (oh god)
uh n+gga want to talk hit his mom with the boom boom bang
yhea that hoe got it real like ruffle (i knew it)
punchin’ all day i then hurt my knuckles (on god)
stay strapped up like uh seatbelt buckle (on god)
no d+mn way, i wanna f+ck not cuddle (on god)
[if we not shootin’, im a fighter not uh lover?]
[interlude]
(oh sh+t, thats the end of the beat?)
(nah f+ck that, run that sh+t back bruh, i got some mo’ to say)

[verse 2]
tray got the way with the b+tchs, but i ain’t gon’ speak on the sh+t cuz he f+cked on yo hoe
[?] be stayin’ on murder gang, sh+t if you try one of us we gon’ kick in yo door
moo juss’ gon fight with his stick, bet that he keep him a stick everywhere that he go
[?] be beatin’ the sh+t out of n+ggas, no stoppin’ the fightin’ till you hit the floo’
melve keep a stick nd’ he drivin’ the whip, case uh n+gga caught slippin’ nd’ i know he ain’t gon go
malik in the house, but he keep him a knife, yhea he takin’ yo life if you think he uh hoe
same n+ggas be talkin’ bout me be dressin’ like bumbs and they gettin’ no doe
now i gotta strap, don’t think sh+t sweet, i’ll shoot every n+gga who be hatin’ in the row

[outro]
(yes indeed)
(yes indeed, ok)
(alright)
(i’m+ im f+ckin’ with the ygb crew, i ain’t even gon’ cap)
(ok)

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