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youngbagchasers - liable 2 die lyrics

[intro]
how you playing in this war that make you liable to die?
look him in his eyes, he knew wasn’t bout to slide
and i can tell you, that he wasn’t gon ride
you can look him in his eyes, and you can tell he ain’t gon ride
ayo youngbull, you liable to die
it’s mr. disrespectful, and ion give a f+ck who you is
n+gga, i will disrespect you
(deno, what’s poppin’?)

[verse]
how you playing in this war that make you liable to die?
knew he wasn’t built to slide, just look that n+gga in his eyes
these n+ggas act like they the guys, but they be snakes all in disguise
bk died, wе wasn’t talking, should’ve put our pride aside
i sit back think bout thе guys, i’ll f+ck around and get us rich
better close that back door, you seen what rico did to mitch
1k got his first pound, went to grab lil bro a switch
i keep 1k by my side, lil bro is glued to my hip
reek woke me out my sleep like bro the cops outside
i looked out the window, cops was pulling choppas out they ride
i told bro to hit the roof, no helicopters in the sky
reek was climbing up the l, they thought they had him trapped inside
you ain’t never been through struggle, n+gga, what’s your life like?
stay down, that sh+t gon come, this sh+t don’t happen overnight
treat life just like a gamble, take a risk and roll the dice
n+ggas had to get a cat, the trap had too many mice
n+ggas get in jail and try cop pleas like the beef end
the beef don’t never f+ckin end, that ain’t no f+ckin street sh+t
ummi always told me watch the n+ggas that you be with
benji caught all them different shots, gave him a margarita
da on the news, he tryn pop sh+t to us
we still don’t give a f+ck, we out here tryn k!ll
my youngbull hoppin out broad day, he got sk!lls
ybc don’t got no chill, we bl!ck on sh+t just like jabril
n+ggas know i got the hand, last chase just got away
we got all active rappers, i’m in the car with yak and jae
check the citizen’s app, and you could tell we gettin busy, n+gga
and we got bodies all over the f+ckin city, n+gga
i just got a drop on the opps, let’s get litty on em
we just got a ar+15, got two titties on them
got so many guns, next drill i’m gettin picky on em
two n+ggas blitz from different ways, we gettin tricky on em
we out cali with the mexicans, me and bro just grabbed like 50 p’s
and we ain’t split 50, we just grab 50 apiece
i be servin n+ggas that serve n+ggas that sell the weed
how the f+ck you sittin on your work, you had it for a week?
i just add up pounds of qrizzy, come get it for cheap
i just got some pounds of the rizzy, come, this for cheap
how you sittin on your work, you had that for a week
i just f+cked a opp n+gga b+tch, that lil b+tch a freak
[outro]
n+gga, and it’s mr disrespectful
n+gga, and ion give a f+ck what’s goin on?

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