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youngbagchasers - the villains lyrics

[intro]
big f+cking keez
real direct & disrespectful
n+ggas know what the f+ck going on

[verse 1: kapgeez]
they see my eyes under the mask, and they won’t make a sound
when lijah popped out with no mask, i watched em bang the pound
they bunched up in a group, we switch the corner, we gon’ shake the crowd
sheem got caught at level up, lil broski knocked his level down
he caught [?] bust his ratchet, he stiff on the ground
face shot on the section, blessed with the yopp and bro gon chase em down
watch me hop out on my feet, creep, then walk em down
hit em in his top, before he dropped, he glitched, then walked around
knock his burner out his throat, like chill bro, stand for lo
he tried to beg for help, lil bro like shut up, n+gga ask the law
push the rock, and he stay jackin’, he don’t pass the ball
tried to bend the 6, we tapped his head, lil broski cracked his skull
me and d2 jump out, blitz that block, we end the first to fall
all them jumpouts, standing over bj, cause he tried to crawl

[verse 2: doodibabby]
pfffffft
don’t crawl
616 n+gga
he dissed the guys, and then he died, that’s worse than selling out
we get that lo on [?], we coming to ya house
they caught him loafing, tapped his head, they call him fire scout
they was seven deep, and that was 4, that’s in granny house
we cracking 4’s, we dropping 5’s
i’m tryna crack or break, can’t wait to see seam, and he gon’ die
we be in that v, tryna hop out, tap a head, then watch it fly
[?] i know he mad he not alive
[?] i know he mad he not alive
don’t crawl
[verse 3: 1hdasender]
uh, uh
3 different yopps up in the wheel, like we the taliban
he in the booth, keep making songs like we ain’t drop his man
hop out the v wit the pfft, his bowl like a fan
i mix the booga with the lok, it’s f+cking with my head
we hit the 7, they hit the gun, that’s 2 different drops
i roll up kosh or bj, that’s 2 different opps
take one of mine’s, take one of yours, this sh+t’ll never stop
it ain’t no shooting out the v, we standing over top

[verse 4: ybcdul]
this n+gga brother died, he still making diss songs
ooga booga, deekloko, hl
its mr disrespectful
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe
booga felt that mcb+tton, long live saany brother
keep on dropping diss songs, [?]
they lost 3 homies back to back, the c’s just getting punched
wskev he hit the best, just call [?]
i just know them tables turning, these n+ggas dying left and right
we pop our 30’s, n+ggas take off running for they life
i walk past tsa, [?] like 30 pounds on the flight
buddy and the frow and the rizzy and the snipe

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