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youngbagchasers - rich & reckless lyrics

[intro]
(ayo babs, f+ck them b+tches up)
(1hundro did it again)

[verse 1: jae100]
every n+gga that you see me with, they gon’ blow
faceshot on that side, he a ghost now
he was just here, now he not, where he go
broad day, n+gga died, he got hit all in his throat
you ain’t gettin’ back, n+ggas know that ain’t nothin’
glizzy automatic, in the back, it got a b+tton
you know there ain’t no runnin’ from this sh+t, there ain’t no runnin’
oh, you runnin’ from this sh+t, comin’ out to his stomach
you ain’t up the score on us, sh+t why you fraudin’?
you know you just a rat, you ain’t never hop out cuttin’
bro ain’t shootin’ threes, it get close, and he dunkin’
oh, they both died on the drill, that’s a double (that’s a double)

[verse 2: mere pablo]
yeah, we get that lo, and then we drop it off
influence on top of bottles, then we knock it off
you ain’t get back for ya guys, n+gga knock it off
ya brother died, that’s his fault, he shouldn’t’ve got involved
i’m with a bunch of real steppas, and some head busters
he was talkin’ real hot til that lead touched ’em
he ain’t get to duck, he ain’t see that flame comin’
brodie wake up every day tryna bang somethin’
it’s a lot of dead opps, and some more strands
come thru, blow ya block up like it’s propane
that glizzy sound like rihanna when that switch sing
them boys still ain’t get back for that one thing
[verse 3: moneymakinto]
i just sold five p’s, four placks, and one za
they tried to frame me for a shootin’, i shot a n+gga mom
i just made 10 grand in five minutes off za
how you say you gettin’ money, you ain’t never have a dime
you was up n+gga, how you f+ck ya racks up
amiri denim with the glizzy, make ’em back up
i found a n+gga man, you know we always f+ck his pack up
snipe got hit up with that 10, now he ain’t get back up

[verse 4: ybcdul]
it’s mr disrespectful
and i don’t give a f+ck who you is, n+gga i will disrespect you
it’s mr disrespectful
uh, uh, uh, uh
we done really walked down, we done cooked n+ggas blocks
i told them n+ggas see the wheel, i don’t know why them n+ggas stop
whiteboy sold 20 pounds, and when to cash out on a watch
1400 on d+cky, he tryna cl!ck up with the mont
i just sold fifteen pounds on one plate
i got a dime on me right now, i made that sh+t today
bro don’t want no handgun, he tryna slide with the drac
he be thinkin’ with his d+ck, we send the b+tch in the bape
they hit qrizzy, took his face off
they caught lil reek playin’ ball, now he can’t play ball
i would’ve shot first if i was him, why he take off?
i would’ve shot first, n+gga i ain’t take off (i ain’t take off or quavo)

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