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ysn flow - want beef? 2.0 lyrics

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[intro]
at school i ain’t type
why the f-ck would i go tight with opp n-gg-s that ain’t right (huh)
l462
gang

[chorus]
at school i ain’t type
why the f-ck would i go tight with opp n-gg-s that ain’t right
i’m high as a kite
i’m popping xans through the night
then crack a opp top like a sprite
i’m leaning on kickstand
you put on your pinny, i load up my semi
let’s meet in the field and [?]
catch his -ss in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning

[verse 1]
i got the bag and b-tch i got the mula, don’t look my direction we guaped up
walk in the club all my n-gg-s got semis, don’t look at my section we glocked up
p-ssy boy thought he was gifted [?] boxed up
you snitching yourself saying names in your raps, no you not living that now you locked up
lot of money mean a lot of hundreds, pretty b-tches on me i be f-cking hoes
war beater and a heart breaker, she can love the d-ck but i ain’t cuffing hoes
not a rainbow i like different color money, blue strips, fell in love with those
spinning like jack in the box we been cracking the opps, with my shottas we clutchin’ 4s
moving around with my gang members, them the same n-gg-s that ain’t f-ck with you
claiming that’s yo brother but he snitching, that’s the same n-gg- that was praying with you
how yo -ss my brother we got different struggles, sandbox i wasn’t f-cking with you
got a little older, moved to the trap house [?]

[chorus]
at school i ain’t type
why the f-ck would i go tight with opp n-gg-s that ain’t right
i’m high as a kite
i’m popping xans through the night
then crack a opp top like a sprite
i’m leaning on kickstand
you put on your pinny, i load up my semi
let’s meet in the field and [?]
catch his -ss in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning

[verse 2]
choppa be singing that b-tch can hit c notes
save my bro like a hero
shooting at villains, drum come with a 50, we blowing this b-tch ’til it’s zero
and that f-ck sh-t, i can’t f-ck with, i see through these n-gg-s like a peephole
tooth fairy came every night, i was stuffing the racks in my pillow
i got bands b-tch, but still clutching that tool and it blow like a motherf-cking fan, b-tch
whatchu sayin’ b-tch, heard you talk out yo neck, put this tool in yo throat let it blam, b-tch
and i ain’t lying b-tch
on 6-2 we be spraying sh-t
peanut b-tter ’cause that’s where we get a opp jammed quick
told the plug i want ps, and we pulled up six deep, man his -ss should’ve known we wasn’t paying sh-t
[?] my little slider sh-t, glocky on me i’mma slide a b-tch, geekin’ on xanax and molly b-tch
mixing the ac with my sprite and sh-t
30 on me it ain’t talk
i might just stick up the plug
i just been doing these jobs
mixing the sprite with my mud

[chorus]
at school i ain’t type
why the f-ck would i go tight with opp n-gg-s that ain’t right
i’m high as a kite
i’m popping xans through the night
then crack a opp top like a sprite
i’m leaning on kickstand
you put on your pinny, i load up my semi
let’s meet in the field and [?]
catch his -ss in traffic, make him do a donut, tryna skrt off got his whip spinning



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