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youngbagchasers - life alert lyrics

[intro]
(hey vinny, vinny? vinny bag of donuts, how hard is it)
(oj, i don’t think they ready for this one)
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)

[verse 1: jae100]
ayo bro, go bring that jb out, heard they posted up
and ya b+tch don’t think you hard enough, that’s why she let me f+ck
i’ma trapper, i’m in love with money, yea i gotta rush
get on that court, and go bust a hat, that’s how you earn my trust
i swear to god, don’t touch my hat, i’ma leave you flat
see them n+ggas in my dm, not in person, they gettin’ smacked
i’m a team player, f+ck you thought, i get 1k my last
i ain’t givin’ out no passes, i bl!ck without my mask

[verse 2: li rambo & f5ive]
uh, this sh+t ain’t fun, they shootin’ back, them n+ggas target practice
he felt that hot sh+t, know them bullets stingin’ like a cactus
ain’t gettin’ back, like what the h+ll, i guess y’all was attractin’
he was talkin’ savage, he was lackin’, n+gga he ain’t have it
we get that drop up on ya ass, we slidin’, we arrivin’
he got hit up, they had some faces, dumbass ain’t survivin’
we got that news, that n+gga died, i’m rollin’ up and smilin’
there go that n+gga, he can’t hide, i knew i recognized ’em
this just a message to the opps, you better not post up on that block
they beggin’ me, “stop that dissin’, and stop that spinnin’,” i can’t stop
we get that drop on where he stay, yea we be bendin’ every day (5)
sat in his crib, that n+gga trippin’, we gon’ get ’em out the way (5, 5, 5, 5)
[verse 3: f5ive]
5, f+ck he talkin’ for, we on court, we super active
switches on them glocks, and make them b+tches shoot rapid
head down, man down, n0body in the casket
n+ggas talkin’ all that k!llin’ sh+t, but he ain’t really active
i think he tried to run, get off the couch, but i don’t know what happened
all that cl!ckin’ up and d+ckridin’, we break ’em down like fractions
you know how many times it take to get a vic?
i don’t know, just know my last vic got hit all in his sh+t
i can score a blitz, my youngins, go ahead, and set the pick
we ain’t going back and forth with n+ggas who ain’t doin’ sh+t

[verse 4: jae100 & f5ive]
ayo 5, we gon’ let these n+ggas have it, i ain’t playin’
in the car with big choppas, i don’t panic
come thru, torch they whole f+ckin’ block, like we ain’t planet
we gon’ slide 7 days out the week, they can’t stand it
like what you gon’ do, put them goons on you
they don’t do not rappin’, hop out clappin’, i just warned you
5, where you goin’, just let me know, you know i’m goin’ too
i’ma hop out, drawn too
ayo bro you see this n+gga, run and go ahead, torch ’em
put that beam right up on his back, like where ya goin’ to?
hah, d+ckhead, we gon’ torch em

[verse 5: li rambo]
and you know i’m smokin’ up, i bet you know+ow who i’m smokin’
and i pass the rock to brodie, best believe it if he open
keep on spinnin’ blocks, i’m gettin’ bored, them n+ggas never posted
we in that stolo on they side, you know we tryna catch a vic
man he a b+tch, he had the shot and blew it, yea that n+gga missed
you name droppin’ in them disses, but the opps ain’t doin’ sh+t
stop cappin’ in this sh+t lil n+gga, you ain’t get sh+t back in blood
he f+cked up on what he did, he should’ve knew right what it was
you typin’ with the opps, we gon’ get that n+gga just because

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