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youngboixander - kid around lyrics

[intro:youngboixander]
when you say nine
make sure that sh+t capital
whole lotta nines
i don’t need any of y’all
i hope you know that
yea

[chorus:youngboixander]
draco szn
b+tch i do not kidd around
(i don’t)
if i put a knife against yo throat
i bet you won’t make a sound
(you won’t)
cause you just
talk
talk
talk
you talk my name in town
(you talk)
i bet you won’t
walk
walk
walk
(if we do)
if we gun you down
i got my mama and my music
cause no one love me now
(they don’t)
drug tests turnin red
hope nothin comin out
(i hope)
no remorse is left
you ain’t gone catch me
wit a smile
(you won’t)
i’ll take that buildin
of our trust
and i’ll just burn it down
wow
(b+tch)

[verse 1:youngboixander]
john gotti mobby
ima zip you up
we ain’t never been
no good friends
b+tch don’t hit me up
i’ve been fluent in that movin
need a bigger truck
but now i’m in this sh+t i’m too lit
i can’t give it up
and my dad don’t like my music
don’t like talkin tough
but until he make some more racks
he can’t be talkin much
dnd up on my phone
cause i don’t want yo love
i threw the morals out in march
now ima rob the plug
yea
i’m out on a scheme
while you chat wit the cops
yea
you talk down on me
now your heart stop
yea
i’d rather bleed
then have to talk
yea
if your were out in the streets
then you would get popped
yea
i came along way
from that grant park
postage code
they put some dirt upon my name
and now they watch me grow
we went from 860 to 5o
to 404
i remember when mama and i used to be broke
(b+b+b+tch)
b+tch now i got yo soul
b+tch now i got you sayin hi
up at the grocery store
my music hot
but i got no emotion
my heart cold
i’m sorry if you thought i cared
cause b+tch i really don’t
i don’t
let’s go

[verse 2:youngboixander]
i tried to say
no one is safe
b+tch go home
you outta place
i’ll bring my shooters
they bring a case
what’s 50 deep
to a drum in yo face
i talk bout money
they switch up the pace
i’ll make a ghost
out of a wraith
if i make a toast
we lacin yo drank
a job a joke
i’m robbin the bank
you wanna talk
a whole d+mn lot
bout all that sh+t
b+tch don’t get played
you ain’t known
the same way
that i’m known
i’m state to state
jackie rob’
go to base to base
bottle of dom
next to ak’s
you wanna die
make it a date
who need a beat
i’ll do the race
yea
i turned to a demon
a savage
all of these racks got me rabid
ima be rich no matter what
whether that come off of rappin
or trappin
or puttin a switch on a choppa
and yappin
but ima do it wit out cappin
you said by now you would be famous
tell me lil b+tch what had happened
i’ll turn the ‘burbs to the projects
i go john madden to gotti
i came out atlanta for real
now i’m mobbin out wit all of these white kids
in the back of a benz off some white sh+t
you’d prolly think i’m an introvert
nah it’s just i really don’t like you
no for real
i’m not the type to
come around and hang wit yo family
i hang out wit dawgs who will bite you
i hang out wit goons who will snipe you
trap money bein used for a flight to
i’m not human bein won’t fight you
unless you wanna bring in some pipes too
i drip in red like a piru
my sh+t is fye
need a light too

- youngboixander lyrics

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