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young & active - fat pocketz lyrics lyrics

[intro]
uh, let’s go
they know about them painters, they know that we active n+gga
they dissing and sh+t, but they ain’t getting back

[chorus]
he was flashing them hunnids, we bagged him
took iron off his hip, he was like you can have it
this young n+gga active, trying catch me a savage
i don’t really talk much, i just hop out in traffic
see, i had to come a little different
i know who gonna hop in that car, they get it
he had [?], yeah they thought he was [?]
we stand over sh+t, if you want me, come get it
i ain’t trusting these b+tches, they all gonna go
for a o in a dip, got me thinking about lo
i’m different from n+ggas, can’t go toe+to+toe
i was up in that car, every trip getting low
he spoke on fat swag, i keep spinning his sh+t
why they keep getting shot, tell em sit on the bench
said my driver pulled off, ya just making up sh+t
[?] glock, b+tch jammed, but he still got hit

[verse]
he spoke on my name, so i just had to teach
they ain’t coming through, but they can know we beef
don’t argue with n+ggas, they trying get even
walked down on the block, so they know we ain’t creeping
i’m a real young n+gga, i just can’t switch
twelve shots out the standard, i’ma letting off six
i ain’t f+cking with n+ggas, i don’t know if he snitched
feds on the same street and he still got hit
he was posted with opps and got knocked off
i’m a young n+gga, got up with your big dog
we catching them trophies, we swapping the gl!ck off
they want me do better, i’m getting my sh+t off
he ain’t a young painter, he ain’t hop in that ride
i was just with cowboy, how the f+ck did he die
when that drac in your face, put your pride to the side
they losing men, trying go up on live
[chorus]
he was flashing them hunnids, we bagged him
took iron off his hip, he was like you can have it
this young n+gga active, trying catch me a savage
i don’t really talk much, i just hop out in traffic
see, i had to come a little different
i know who gonna hop in that car, they get it
he had [?], yeah they thought he was [?]
we stand over sh+t, if you want me, come get it
i ain’t trusting these b+tches, they all gonna go
for a o in a dip, got me thinking about lo
i’m different from n+ggas, can’t go toe+to+toe
i was up in that car, every trip getting low
he spoke on fat swag, i keep spinning his sh+t
why they keep getting shot, tell em sit on the bench
said my driver pulled off, ya just making up sh+t
[?] glock, b+tch jammed, but he still got hit

[verse]
i know how it feel when n+ggas against me
he said he gonna catch me, i’ma stay with my glizzy
they say that we high, we running the city
i chase sh+t down, so i keep it on semi
he talking too much, go up there
thinking about my lonely, trying see if he up there
we crushing their partners, i don’t know why he up there
smoking they man, they know that it’s up there
left right, go right, we gonna f+ck em up
he got left on the ground, tell them young n+ggas pick him up
long live big e, he was known for the double up
keep dissing and sh+t, we all know that you ain’t touching nothing
[chorus]
he was flashing them hunnids, we bagged him
took iron off his hip, he was like you can have it
this young n+gga active, trying catch me a savage
i don’t really talk much, i just hop out in traffic
see, i had to come a little different
i know who gonna hop in that car, they get it
he had [?], yeah they thought he was [?]
we stand over sh+t, if you want me, come get it
i ain’t trusting these b+tches, they all gonna go
for a o in a dip, got me thinking about lo
i’m different from n+ggas, can’t go toe+to+toe
i was up in that car, every trip getting low
he spoke on fat swag, i keep spinning his sh+t
why they keep getting shot, tell em sit on the bench
said my driver pulled off, ya just making up sh+t
[?] glock, b+tch jammed, but he still got hit

- young active lyrics

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