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yhung t.o. - referee lyrics

[intro]
koast
paupa got beats, makin’ history on god!

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
nowadays all these b-tches want me for some fame
that’s why i don’t trust ’em i just p-ss ’em to the gang
we be slidin’ through them jets where you n-ggas don’t hang
if a n-gga want smoke then that’s what we gon’ bring
and i’ma die for my respect
slidin’, gang members hoppin’ out wit’ tecs
n-gga, i’ma die for my respect
slidin’, gang members hoppin’ out wit’ tecs
what you know about pain?
never met a referee that couldn’t tell me ’bout the game
i lost my n-gga to some gunshots
now we slidin’ tryna make a n-gga lungs stop
i know my grandma hurtin’ ’cause she lost her son
and the cops wonder why a n-gga got a gun
i know my momma worried ’bout her son
but these n-ggas know it momma i am not the one

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
we ain’t tripin’ off no nerds
n-gga make a move, we ain’t trippin’ off no words
b-tch i got money, i ain’t trippin’ off yo’ purse
and the lord know my heart so i ain’t trippin’ off no church
i ain’t trippin’ off no sins that i know that i committed
i ain’t trippin’ off the pen
thinkin’ sh-t a game, you ain’t trippin’ off yo’ head
brodie bro be off them drugs, he be trippin’ off the meg
they say i wear my heart on my shoulder
now straight up in the wind so my heart got colder
say they want me dead, gotta watch for the vultures
you n-ggas never emptying them guns you just loader
i try to tell daboii keep your eyes open
they gon’ try an knock you off so keep that iron on you
’cause i rather slide wit’ you not to slide for you
and keep k!llin’ on the verses ’cause we countin’ on you

[verse 2: daboii]
i’ma die for my respect
slidin’ gang members hoppin’ out wit’ tecs
up top aimin’ ain’t no reason for a vest
what we spent on these guns half of y’all would be in debt
so stop talkin’ like you slidin’ when you know you ain’t that dumb
try and take my chain naw b-tch i ain’t for none
wit’ this glock 27, i’ll take a n-gga lung
heard n-ggas want beef, i’ll cater it for fun
we ain’t playin’ wit’ you n-ggas, might as well stop talkin’
f-ck coppin’ pleas lil’ n-gga stop callin’
broke -ss n-gga, find a hustle, start ballin’
we want all the smoke yeah b-tch we wan’t all it
over t.o. b-tch i’m trippin’ long clip scottie pippin
speakin’ on lil’ brodie you gon’ have to pay a visit
all up in yo’ section, i ain’t askin’ for permission
bullets wit’ my name on it p-ssy n-gga come and send it
b-tch!

- yhung t o lyrics

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