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yn dripz - noon murda vibes lyrics

[intro: yn dripz]
(ha, yeah)
(chino blakk on the beat, b+tch)
boom! boom! boom!
yn in this ho
f+ck that boy, f+ck yo block too
free greaze, free loko, n+gga!
huh, huh (let’s get it), look—

[chorus: yn dripz]
it’s barely noon, i’m off them xans, tryna slump me somethin’ (bah!)
tell that ho pull up, i’ll break her back and dump the drum (skrrt!)
been thuggin’ since now, lil’ n+gga grew up dumpin’ (dumpin’!)
they laughin’ in them comments—till i flame one of they youngins (b+tch!)
think i’m flexin’? come test it—i put that sh+t on my mama (on gang!)
ride ‘round with them choppas, we got smoke like benihana (brrrt!)
they know my clique don’t talk, we catch ’em, leave a trauma (boom!)
jump out with that cutter, now his whole set full of drama (grrrah!)

[verse 1: yn dripz]
i ain’t sleep since last week, my trigger finger twitchin’
hop out first, no speakin’—just bodies, blood, and stitchin’
had beef with his cousin, caught his brother, left him twitchin’
b+tch, i run through opps like deals on black friday, i’m glitchin’ (woo!)
put a tag on his dome, it was light—just ten bands
heard he tweetin’ like a k!ller, now he bleedin’ in the sand
hit his bm, she a fan, told her suck me for the cam
she said “dripz, you so toxic”—b+tch, i’m worse than uncle sam (ho!)
i got k!llers on probation, still gon’ hop out when it’s time
told my shorty, “let it bang,” now he known for doin’ crimes
backdoor ain’t just a word, it’s a sport and we the champs
n+gga played, we burned his whip, then laughed about it on live (haha!)
i be swervin’ in a stolo, with a beam like a gopro
if he up, we send him solo, face down near a volvo
ayy, i don’t trust no ho, just my glock, and that’s on bro
n+ggas dissin’ for the clout ‘til we pop out at they show (boom!)
[chorus: yn dripz]
it’s barely noon, i’m off them xans, tryna slump me somethin’ (let’s go!)
tell that ho pull up, i’ll break her back and dump the drum (skrrt!)
been thuggin’ since now, lil’ n+gga grew up dumpin’
they laughin’ in them comments—till i flame one of they youngins
think i’m flexin’? come test it—i put that sh+t on my mama
ride ‘round with them choppas, we got smoke like benihana
they know my clique don’t talk, we catch ’em, leave a trauma
jump out with that cutter, now his whole set full of drama (brrt!)

[verse 2: yn dripz]
i can’t love no b+tch, i just nut then i’m gone (skrrt!)
and if that p+ssy weak, i send her back to her phone (blocked!)
my soul dark as the void, i put hollows in clones
he a rapper, not a trapper—man, that boy not known (p+ssy!)
slide on opps in the civic, tinted black with the grip
all that dissin’ in your verse, now you bleedin’ from your lip
said your block was outside? we turned it to a zip
now his crew pourin’ candles, but can’t light up sh+t (ayy!)
get the drop, then we spin, back+to+back, who survive? (who?)
he got tagged in his neck, now that goofy traumatized (grrrah!)
all this ice on my wrist, i could freeze a homicide (drip!)
i ain’t shakin’ no hand, boy i’m shakin’ the nine (boom!)

[chorus: yn dripz]
it’s barely noon, i’m off them xans, tryna slump me somethin’
tell that ho pull up, i’ll break her back and dump the drum
been thuggin’ since now, lil’ n+gga grew up dumpin’
they laughin’ in them comments—till i flame one of they youngins
think i’m flexin’? come test it—i put that sh+t on my mama
ride ‘round with them choppas, we got smoke like benihana
they know my clique don’t talk, we catch ’em, leave a trauma
jump out with that cutter, now his whole set full of drama
[outro: yn dripz]
(ha, b+tch!)
noon murda vibes, 2024
catch me where the smoke at
yn f+ckin’ dripz—ain’t no warnings, b+tch
grrt, boom!
tell ’em stop f+ckin’ playin’ with me
(free all them hitters, long live the real ones)
yeah, b+tch!

- yn dripz lyrics

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