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yity gang - beat knock lyrics

yity !!
you already know what the f+ck going on

[chorus: yity gang]
mhmm
that beat knock
thirty+six my ounces
forty+one my watch
put this switch on this glizzy that beef never gon stop
i’m just happy that the prices just dropped
i done ran so many grams up top
i should’ve pulled that lamb off lot
tryna put some rubber bands on knots
it’s so big rubber bands gon pop
it’s crazy how we stand on blocks
but the feds got my mans on lock
it’s crazy how we stand on blocks
but the feds got my mans on lock

[verse 1: yity gang]
boston cream be the only weed i’m smoking on
i be high as a kite
fly as a plane
n+ggas playing the bench still can’t get in the game
took a fl!ck with the opps boy you n+ggas is lame
treat my city like the end zone n+gga
when i touch down
told my jewеler freeze my chain
i need it bussdown
i’ve been running with gunnеrs
maan you n+ggas is runners
mac book at best buy
send a link to this number
[verse 2: ymg fox]
and the work i make it somersault
and i got a sl!ck tongue that’ll p+ss my mother off
f+cking with a new n+gga wear the pro’s and con’s
gun a butler at the door like i know the fonz
subzero for a hero i got frozen arms

[verse 3: cool que]
and it’ll leave a n+gga holy just like the quran
know it’s on us and not in us and it’s like a bomb
this the wrong f+cking time to try and tick us off
we on the corner of the strip we get to l!cking off
i put it on the dead side let aunty sniff it all
ouuu yeah she l!cked it all
i got a l!ck around the way he prolly clip you for a half a ball

[verse 4: ymg fox & cool que]
i’m saw three without the hacksaw
and my dawg got an assist came off the backboard

she whipped out the glass d+ck and broke the backboard
you mixed the fent with the coke why you do that for

couple hollows hit his sternum yeah that’s clap board
not computer savvy but i got the mac for it
if i gotta come from blues to the ave you know imma tax something
yeaaahh
we gon make chi wack something and
yeaaah, put some racks on em’

[chorus: yity gang]
that beat knock
thirty+six my ounces
forty+one my watch
put this switch on this glizzy that beef never gon stop
im just happy that the prices just dropped
i done ran so many grams up top
i should’ve pulled that lamb off lot
tryna put some rubber bands on knots
it’s so big rubber bands gon pop
it’s crazy how we stand on blocks but the feds got my mans on lock
it’s crazy how we stand on blocks but the feds got my mans on lock

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