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ytb fatt & big homiie g – us lyrics

[intro: ytb fatt]
n+ggas know my side got motion, n+gga
n+ggas don’t want no head+on collision with this sh+t, n+gga
n+ggas know we dangerous, n+gga
n+gga, i almost died about this sh+t a few times, n+gga
you ain’t on my side
(drop that sh+t, t+head)

[chorus: ytb fatt]
these n+ggas don’t wanna run into us
rose gold, got my pendant it’s bust
clarity diamonds, my t++th flushed
treat her like rosa, get to the back of the bus
i’ve been havin’ motion since i can cuss
p+ssy n+gga, you can’t pop it like us
thirty mag’ in my jeans, it’s tucked
hundred thousand cash, what the f+ck?
turnin’ all these l.a. b+tches to sl+ts
stickin’ this bread gang d+ck in her guts
break on a b+tch, i got that from my unc’
stealin’+ass b+tch, i call her a conk

[interlude: ytb fatt]
n+ggas better loaf they life, man
loaf your life, man, ‘fore we loaf your wifе
yeah
yeah
[verse 1: ytb fatt]
in my city, we put n+ggas in blunts
turn all tough+ass n+ggas to skunks
forty thousand, spеnt that this month
you ain’t break on that b+tch, all you did was hunch
every hit i sunt, the n+gga got touched
i’m a real fox, ask the city ’bout us
i ain’t gotta make up none of this stuff
my young n+gga shot the bus ’til it bust
yeah, n+gga, with them packs, you’ve been f+ckin’ up
n+gga, this chopper be comin’ in clutch
glass in my mouth, this sh+t here cut
slap the b+tch if i hear one fuss
twelve hundred for some céline shorts
you ain’t a renegade, ho, you a nut
count a fifty in a maybach truck
trx lift kid on a truffle
bread gang chain canary cut
she wanna come around this motion stuff
still givin’ these bows uppercuts
why it sound like that? it’s a h+llcat truck
two hundred thousand in jewelery, that’s tough
that b+tch been eatin’ these nuts
n+gga, don’t put on them cuffs
i’m with the sh+t, pampers, stuffed
i’m with a cobra, jo, he cut
none of these n+ggas poppin’ sh+t like us
tour bus full of gumbo blunts
n+gga, the sh+t they sayin’, it ain’t nothin’
tryna touch another hundred this month
i know you shot somethin’, but you’re still a b+tch ’cause you caught some bubbles in your guts
n+gga
[interlude: big homiie g]
woah (big g the biggest)
big g the biggest, y— fatt, what’s poppin’? n+gga already know it’s us
if it ain’t us, it ain’t n0body (f+ck everybody)
f+ck everybody, n+gga (type of time i’m on)
that’s how i’m feeling (let’s go, g)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
woah, i come from the bottom, i came up, n+gga
look at me now, i ain’t change up, n+gga
don’t know what the cut, my sh+t lookin’ like glitter
you know if i f+cked her if you seen me with her (ah)
“g, he the biggest,” i’m readin’ on twitter
i’m full of drank, i ain’t takin’ no pictures
ain’t goin’ back and forth, i ain’t playin’ with n+ggas
if you got a problem, then come get your issue (come get your issue)
all that talkin’ don’t even matter, my n+gga (n+gga)
touch me, you gon’ get shattered, my n+gga
hm, you gon’ get put in the dirt
with your name and your face on a shirt
i ain’t gotta call n0body ’round me, if it go down, i’ll put in that work
you ain’t ever wake nothin’ before
shoot that b+tch ’til he fall on the floor
man, we smokin’ that boy gumbo
rest in peace to my n+gga e+lo
put it down for this chain ’round my throat
when i think about noose, got choked
better know i’ma give you some get back
you ain’t with what i’m with, i ain’t with that
y’all don’t know that we uppin’ the score (for sure)
had just threw me a m on the floor (nah, for real, yeah)
[outro: big homiie g]
nah, for real, n+gga, had just threw me a m on the floor, i’m a million dollars up, p+ssy
get your guns up and your funds up, n+gga, i swear to god
i swear to f+ckin’ god, n+gga
bread gang, we the loaf boyz, and this bge
yeah
get your b+tch— ayy, fatt
tell them n+ggas get they b+tch
or come get they b+tch back, you know what i mean?
yeah

- ytb fatt big homiie g lyrics

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