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younginsosleaze - yop allegiance lyrics

[intro]
ayy (sleaze, n+gga)

[verse]
i’m tired of you n+ggas and this instagram sh+t
in real life, them n+ggas know who the f+ck to play with
call yourself time to f+ck with us, boy, you need to quit
f+ck around and find out, i show you how this sh+t get (show you how this sh+t get)
[?] that b+tch a few times but you ain’t even got no b+tch
you ain’t touched a human being, so how the f+ck is that a skit?
shut the f+ck up, these animated n+ggas make me sick
we all got a death day, but you gon’ make it come quick (yop)
play with them sevens if you want, ain’t no time out
quit actin’ like you ten the quickest way to get you slimed out (slime him out)
n+ggas steady hidin’ out the way, i’m tryna find out (wherе y’all at?)
keep buzzin’ with the b+tch, he at the honеycomb hideout (tender d+ck)
with the break+offs, break+ins and them pat+downs
we want the starting five on they team, not the sat+downs
i told diesel brother hit the brake, spin back around
we finna walk the stage and hit that n+gga in his cap and gown
it’s any season, i’m on any n+gga breathin’ (yeah)
it’s survival of the fittest, b+tch, i plead the yop allegiance (yeah)
this that yop music, only make this sh+t for the tweakers
b+tch, i stand on all ten, n+ggas knowin’ that i mean it (n+ggas know i mean biz)
it’s princ+p+lities and money be the reason
b+tch, i’m shootin’ through the coat ‘fore he up and start squeezin’
all these n+ggas act hard and turn out to be the weakest
n+ggas can’t even fight, so how the f+ck you fight demons? (how the f+ck you fight demons?)
b+tch, i be with the standovers like i’m ai (yeah)
i told lil’ bro when you shoot, better aim high (headshot)
now i be on all bullsh+t, ain’t gotta say why
a n+gga play with me, i’m on his neck like a bowtie
hoppin’ out with this big heat, finna blowdry
i’m with the hawk downs, i ain’t shootin’ with no closed eye
me and lil’— caught that— we got so tried
done left a n+gga layin’ on his back with his score wide
these n+ggas broke, tryna funk, that’s why he’s so mad
on feet with no gleek, you out of pocket with your broke ass
depending on that b+tch, that’s how sh+t really go bad
no hustle in your body and you wonder why that ho f+g (she outta there)
gettin’ high and f+ck a rap cap, that sh+t so sad
n0body wanna hear that weak sh+t, bro, it’s so trash
really laughin’ at these weak n+ggas, i done blown past
you see me goin’ up, got n+ggas wishin’ they was in my bag
been takin’ trips, been makin’ n+ggas pole dance
ain’t need no pg on field trips just to hold hands
knocked a n+gga b+tch shakin’ ass and her cold friends
play ’em out tryna play crazy, ricky romance (stupid)
ovos and h+lla arps and they don’t jam (at all)
like a tv, i get on any n+gga program
tender d+ck n+gga, send a b+tch to get him roped in
what you gon’ do when them suckers leave you closed in?
man, why these n+ggas gotta pillow talk to f+ck?
thinkin’ of them next mans, tryna impress that lil’ sl+t
n+ggas can’t keep it p, gotta make you look tough
keep on bringin’ up my name and get your jaw wide shut
f+ck a sneak diss, n+ggas better drop an ad’ (drop it)
just left lids, i’ve been tryna catch a hat (where they at?)
my baby seven love to bleed the field and bring it back (n+gga)
it’s consequences every time you speak on seven dack, lil’ n+gga
[outro]
on my mama, n+gga, yeah

- younginsosleaze lyrics

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