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youngblista - disrespectful vibez lyrics

[intro]
(youngblista)
he said he ’bout rapping, we know that he not
me and young prada we hop on the spot and we hot wit it, jotting down plots in the slots with a schlatt getting all up in my business
put 20 shots in him, i get violent when i’m all up in my feelings
i feel like john wick, grabbing my list, make him stop b+tchin’ when this glock hit him, make him stop and listen when my c+ck glisten, i’m on my mission, make this chop hit him, any opposition get this chop feeling, he is not risen, he in my prison, it’s an audition for his cognition getting stopped, b+tch, and i’ma show foenem i am god given, i am omniscient
(b+tch)

[verse 1]
(ay ay)
ay, you know we don’t f+ck with b+tches on no (opp sh+t)
f+ck that homie garrett, he ’bout three fifths of a opp b+tch
lil squeeze off that track cause he was busy making clocks tick
pulled that glizzy out your bag and i ain’t talkin’ bout no chopstick
people who think they ’bout rapping know that they ain’t stopping me
i don’t need no guns, my words are bullets, i go topically
i’m the biggest name around, and you know that sh+t ain’t shocking me
you won’t ever see us falter, b+tch it’s youngblista and prada g
we don’t f+ck around, we not afraid to call you out
so much mothaf+ckin’ heat that you could call this sh+t a drought
drop some disses in my songs and see these p+ssies all throughout
they get p+ssy when i win, but i don’t care cause it’s allowed
(b+tch)
[verse 2]
it’s allowed b+tch, p+ssy ass opp i’ma leave him in the muf+ckin’ ditch
you diss on the low, you do it for show, i slide with the po’, you get your ass hit
f+ck this bangin’ and slangin’, your boy gonna need a motherf+ckin’ first+aid kit
c+ck in the clock, we moppin’ with shots, we slide on your block, you get your ass lit
i am the greatest, n0body ahead of me i’m ’boutta go crazy just like i’m comethazine
f+ck all the haters, f+ck all of the enemies, .22 revolver put you onto better things
i cannot shoot, what the f+ck is you telling me? half+court for game, that should be a felony
i could spell your name, b+i+t+c+h like this sh+t a motherf+cking spelling bee
p+ssy ass b+tches always motherf+cking hiding, we got the location, man f+ck them we sliding
shots started banging, this sh+t just got violent
f+ck the kids too, violate like joe biden
i hop on the beat and i muf+ckin’ heat up
cook that sh+t up like a f+cking fajita
b+tch boys talking, tell that p+ssy speak up
i’m going too hard, tell em turn the beat up
lil boy i’m t’d up, getting my heater, my lyrics got meaning you gotta look deeper
kicking my feet up, no need to speed up, normal motherf+ckers can’t even keep up
we’re hardly c’d up, rule like i’m caesar, murder this beat with a muf+ckin’ cleaver
y’all are just sleepers, f+ck your demeanor, i’ll be getting money, you’re in the bleachers
(p+ssy)

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