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youngbagchasers - still trollin lyrics

[intro: hopoutbl!ck]
hopoutbl!ck, hopoutbl!ck, hopoutbl!ck n+gga
hopoutbl!ck fit
dump that switch n+gga
don’t run, don’t trip

[verse 1: hopoutbl!ck]
ion know why they tryn’ troll like they lil bros ain’t on a poster
and chill woulda died if my lil bro woulda stood over
and bully woulda died it if top moved a lil closer
you hear my twin hoppin’ out, you know you hear them switches rollin’
money got sh+t and he ain’t do no more trollin’
one n+gga had got his top popped just like a soda
i walk with the baby chopps and green tips, we like [?]
if i jump out, start cuttin’ and they fall, that sh+t over
n+gga, we got all type of keys, we like the chop shop
and i just f+cked this n+gga b+tch and got a opp drop
you can’t pick a innocent your rank, go hit a opp top
i put the percy’s on my tongue, that sh+t like pop rocks

[verse 2: fsdabender]
doa, dead on arrival, another opp dropped
and everytime wе get a drop, we hit a opp top
and he was out hеre thinkin’ with his d+ck, that’s how he got got
you ain’t never see yak pull up from the three and let his shot pop
all these switches, n+ggas keep on sayin’ we cheatin’
i done shot n+ggas for less, come on b+tch, gimme a reason
he the type to shoot the candle light out while they grievin’
fa said you gotta spin back, he still breathin’
[verse 3: tizzy raw]
n+gga what the f+ck, ain’t no duckin’ from a b+tton
them c’s caught a n+gga lackin’, now we smokin’ on mclovin
hop out wit that pfft, he a donein’
glock 21 wit a b+tton, ten duckin’
four n+ggas in this v, we hop out, we gon’ rush ’em
two n+ggas, come from both ways, start cuttin’

[bridge: ybcdul]
n+gga, it’s mr disrespectful
ion give a f+ck who you, n+gga i will disrespect you

[verse 4: ybcdul]
they like what you smokin’ on? i’m smokin’ reefy
he tried get up off that ground but got his head cracked
we known for chasin’ n+ggas down and givin’ head taps
waters locked down, we don’t talk cause the feds tap
i make them pounds disappear, i turn bowls to cash
i can’t fly with the work, cause they on my ass
bully felt the fully, bussatop put him on his ass
zari woulda been another pack, but he ran too fast

[outro: ybcdul]
n+gga, it’s mr disrespectful
ion give a f+ck who you, n+gga i’ll disrespect you
n+gga, it’s mr disrespectful
buddy and the fro and the rizzy and the snipe

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