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youngbagchasers - no get backkk pt.2 lyrics

[verse 1: reek12hunnit]
we do real k!llin’, steal a bl!ck without my mans, uh
catch him lackin’, blast him, we ain’t givin’ out no gas
bring that pound, waters poppin’ out that cut, ain’t see the flash
yeah these switches fast, he tried run, we on that ass
free the members we was wylin’ out, see opps we hoppin’ out
grab that glock see what that block about, we can’t, they hidin’ out
who do it better? mixin’ fro with that qrizzy, get it wetter
sh+t we don’t let up, get my b+tch to get the drop, we gon’ stretch him
ayo eem, why they cap like we ain’t put sh+t on the map?
go check the stats, yfa done stood on top, then hit some hats
b+tch we murder gang, them lazy drills ain’t sh+t, we spinnin’ back
bro that’s a fact, all them shots from out that car, that sh+t was wack
[verse 2: eem stacks]
aye 12 man move that drac’, that sh+t to loud bro, i can’t hear my gun
that big b+tch go brrt, my b+tch go frrr, ’cause i just tap it once
i can turn that b+tch to fully, flip the switch, and just clap it once
another opp we layed down in that bed, ’cause we just packed him up
moeski in the back scream “fro”, 3 was at the light, he ain’t go
rizzy in the pack he blow, i just put a switch on my pole
we don’t double back, we hit his hat, stand over top when he fold
this ain’t the last lap ya man a pack, he shouldn’t of stopped and went go
real trappers, we run through these bouls, the sh+t ain’t nothin’
real ladders, bro hand me that pound, i’m finna buss it
just slap a 50 in the glock, and i won’t hesitate to up it
i got like 60 in this b+tch, lets go ahead and drop a hunnid

[verse 3: ybcdul]
and i make dead make music, and i make music for the dead
and i’m gon’ make sure that them n+ggas feel everything i said
if rizzy never crossed the street, they probably never tapped his head
i’on even want the chain when i catch him, i want his dreads
n+ggas can’t even bend up on the 9, they block red
n+ggas campin’ on the mont, them n+ggas scared
they on the rooftop, tell ’em get back for they foot soldier
buddy got cooked, they hit him up with all boulders

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