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ysn ourt - problems lyrics

[chorus: ysn ourt & 1kfat]
i walk in i brought the mob in
timmy, batman, and my n+ggas we robbin’
hold my trigger finger thriven
spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
and i got that glock in my dinner jeans
if i’d ever, imma blow it
heat his ass like a toaster
put that n+gga on a poster

[verse 1: ysn ourt]
f+ck me a girl i want me a mill, no netflix and chill
stop callin’ my phone, b+tch i’m still in the field
i don’t got no service i’m high on the heel
b+tch, we for real get pop like a pill
i can’t drop my still
if it ain’t 7 figures i can’t sign that deal
if we spinning the block than we go for the k!ll
got my horse keep my soul 62 did it for real
they like why you still got that glocky
cause too many opps wanna pop me
all black whip tryna dodge paparazzi
no you can’t get a pic you’s a thottiе
in amiri jeans, ima talk my sh+t
she can face this d+ck and i chokе that b+tch
like a blind man walking ima keep my stick
no bayblade on me i’ma rip his sh+t
[chorus: ysn ourt & 1kfat]
i walk in i brought the mob in
timmy, batman, and my n+ggas we robbin’
hold my trigger finger thriven
spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
and i got that glock in my dinner jeans
if i’d ever, imma blow it
heat his ass like a toaster
put that n+gga on a poster

[verse 2: 1kfat]
slide out of tire who’ll gon’ pop my stick
these n+ggas hating, they know i’m legit
put a opp in the back when i rode that b+tch
put a c+ck in a glock and blow that b+tch
and they call me ho cause i smash that b+tch
you ain’t never met a young n+gga drive like this
baby i’m bigged up pocking this b+tch
catch a opp in the paint and i’m blocking his sh+t
do the dash on 12 high speed
illegal, i ride without license
i lie to detectives, not me
get me out of this jam like god please
i caught me a pound, it’s lit now
i smoke all the zip and i’m dissing the p+wns out
i turn your smile to a frown now
you n+ggas play crazy we dissing the rounds out
[chorus: ysn ourt & 1kfat]
i walk in i brought the mob in
timmy, batman, and my n+ggas we robbin’
hold my trigger finger thriven
spray paint his whip if he claim its a problem
and i got that glock in my dinner jeans
if i’d ever, imma blow it
heat his ass like a toaster
put that n+gga on a poster

- ysn ourt lyrics

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