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young slo-be - 21:42 lyrics

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[intro: bris]
ayy
4200 gang
ayy
(thissh-tgoracimo)
bris
ayy
ayy

[verse 1: bris & young slo-be]
i’ll burn a n-gga down ’cause i clutch heat (’cause i clutch heat)
catch me on the top of bread like some lunch meat (on the bread)
i did drills and left sh-lls on the front seat (i left lead)
i ain’t did skits to the neck, i was one deep (ayy, it’s the gang)

[verse 2: young slo-be & bris]
why he walkin’ ’round the bity like he actin’ tough? (city, city)
like a car gettin’ detailed, we finna touch him up (get him, get him)
sit him in my f-ckin’ chair so i can line him up (bah, bah, bah)
b-tch, i’m in the southeast, n-gga, we scared of what? (ayy)

[verse 3: bris]
when you catch ’em by theyself, they always get confused (always get confused)
i keep stick on the daily, gotta stick and move (gotta know how to move)
we gon’ slide on the opps whether we win or lose (whether we win or lose)
whoever out there gon’ get it, ain’t no pick and choose (that’s on the gang)

[verse 4: young slo-be]
n-ggas scared on pac lane, can’t p-ss that stop sign (ayy)
can’t call my main phone ’cause this the hotline (ayy, ayy)
this n-gga said he wanted half and he got nine (b-tch)
hope he don’t plan on robbin’, ’cause i got mine

[verse 5: bris & young slo-be]
try and l!ck, my arm stiff, you see that hand motion (you see that hand motion)
couple pumps and then it drip, it look like hand lotion (bah, bah, bah)
i’m in these streets, don’t hit my phone, bro, when my fans postin’ (i’m in these streets)
he took that chicken out the oven, he heard that pan roasting (ayy, ayy)

[verse 6: young slo-be & bris]
like a laptop, this chop foldin’ up (chop foldin’ up)
keep sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i got the bubble guts (bubble guts)
n-ggas think they sl!ck, i know they heard of us(ayy)
2100 gang, n-gga, got your homie touched (ayy, d-mn)

[verse 7: bris]
n-ggas talkin’ out they mouth with all that jaw jackin’ (with all that jaw jackin’)
false move’ll have my shooter on your ball cap (on your head)
shots ringin’ on they side, n0body called back (brr)
let me know if it’s sp-nky, i’m with all that (ayy)

[verse 8: young slo-be & bris]
like an out of shape b-tch, you ain’t got no body (you ain’t got n0body)
we snuck the draco in this b-tch, you ain’t scare n0body (grrah)
you ain’t been on one drill, you foolin’ everybody (foolin’ everybody)
n-ggas need trainin’ like they goin’ potty (ayy, ayy)

[verse 9: bris]
if lil’ bris in the building, he with fruitridge (he with fruitridge)
so ridge, i done slid with forty-two sticks (i done slid)
n-ggas talk, but in person, never do sh-t (on my mama)
damu bloods do whatever for them blue strips (on bloods)

[verse 10: young slo-be & bris]
n-gga, on my mama free the home team (uh)
strap on these helmets, we the dome team (city, city)
blowin’ up my phone, what you want, p? (brr)
i got your b-tch here with it, but she won’t leave (ayy, city, city)

[verse 11: bris]
why them n-ggas always stuck, they hear that k sparkin’? (hear that spark)
baby glock, stock clip hold james harden (hold james harden)
i instigate so i can shoot when the fade startin’ (hear that pah-pah-pah)
if i don’t never leave my hood i’ll probably stay starvin’ (probably stay starvin’)

[verse 12: young slo-be & bris]
this n-gga broke, he ain’t a chef, ’cause he ain’t make sh-t
n-gga, when i was broke, i had to take sh-t (i had to take that)
can’t no n-gga rob me, give him a facelift (city, city)
ayy, ayy, then we hop back in that sp-ceship (ayy, skrrt)

[verse 13: bris]
fryin’ pan on the gl!cky, gon’ make pancakes (gon’ make pancakes)
n-ggas snakes, better quit it with them handshakes (better stop with that)
h-lla hot, i hit they block and seen that fan break (hey)
chopper sing like drake fan when we fan drac’

[verse 14: young slo-be]
ayy, ayy, screen got me in my mood, n-gga (got me in my mood, n-gga)
we can’t find the hi-tech, but it’s bool, n-gga (but it’s bool, n-gga)
we gon’ keep uppin’ the score, we can’t lose, n-gga (bah, bah, bah)
ruler on me, go to school, n-gga (grrah)

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