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ygn lil juice - back at it lyrics

[verse 1: rr lil bra]
i soaked up the game like a sponge
i do this shit here for the fun, but now i’m all in
i had to crawl ‘fore i walked
you know you gotta take you a lost before you could win
i do this shit for my brother, lil cool, got twenty while he was just sittin’ in the can
on court nigga play then we spinnin’ the biz
if 12 hit the light we smash off in the [?]
these niggas know it’ll go down
tell ‘em free all my dawgs who stuck in the pound
lil buddy got hit with them rounds
fuckin’ ‘round with the gang left his brain in the ground
nigga, 12, [?] after noon
i just threw back a perc and went straight to the moon
i ain’t playin’, no i ain’t in the mood
we gon’ trip on the block like a bag of racoons
nigga know where i’m at i ain’t never runnin’
say she missin’ lil bra, why you actin’ funny?
i’m stuck on the block like a fuckin’ junkie
i ain’t leavin’ the trap ‘til i make a hunned
if you book me a show then you know i’m comin’
want a 4 for the 8 then pull up at sonny
all these perkies, i feel like i finna vomit
[?] club with three apes smellin’ like an onion, for real
i done ran outta love, my heart done been drugged
i don’t give a fuck, i cut off my friends
i hit my knees, i pray to the lord
like, “father forgive me but i’m finna sin”
fuck nigga talk out his neck, then he gon’ get whacked
they know we spinnin’ the bend
and if we miss then we spinnin’ again
and again and again
[verse 2: ygn lil juice]
he said he want a 4 for the 8, but i gave him a 3 for the 6
i might take down the plug for all of his bag then drop that shit off in the brick
nigga said he want smoke then let’s get it
it go down then i’m clutchin’ my .50
he come callin’ my phone he wanted a bag so i told him “meet me on the wicket”
when he pull up i’m takin’ his paper
told him i’ma get up with him later
i been so in this bitch over so damn long, i’ma go finna start servin’ my neighbor
know your nigga wanna be just like me
i’ma shoot me a movie like spike lee
last nigga that spoke on slick on cg that nigga ended up on a white tee
hit his block with a choppa and chase him
like a pencil, dawg, i erased him
he got caught at that light he ain’t even hit back ‘cause that glock 23 had faced him
nigga, you ain’t never spinned no block
nigga, you ain’t never drop no opp
nigga, you ain’t never went on a lick then the shit went sour when your partner got popped
nigga, i done been through this shit for real
nigga ain’t never went on no drill
nigga ain’t never ever got a phone call that your main man got killed
nigga, i got this shit up out the dirt
cg the reason that boy on that shirt
nigga was doin’ all that bluffin’, caught him in traffic then he got merked
nigga these bullets bomb like vodka
hunned some shots [?] in my choppa
nigga it’s doa, no hospital gang, he ain’t even seen the doctor
we hit the block then we cut off the headlight
don’t get caught lackin’ at the red light
nigga, rob who? nigga, take what?
whoop, whoop, man, there go the man, like
hit the mall, my [?] threw a 10
nigga woofin’ we gon’ spin the bend
hit his block with two or three choppas then if i miss lil lo gon’ spin again
they sent my bro down the road for some years
i’m just prayin’ he get a appeal
told my mama that i’ma stop trappin’, but i was just cappin’, that’s just how we live

- ygn lil juice lyrics

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