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ytb fatt - back on the block lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, i got cam on the one+twos, n+gga)
ha, ha

[verse]
huh, all my n+ggas k!llers, we don’t make memes
n+gga, i see you tryna ride with the beef
n+gga, you ain’t my f+ckin’ cousin, you sweet
i’m up two ms, twenty+four, can relax
he got rich and blew money on a b+tch
i see ’em goin’ number one when i walk in the trap
get in these rooms i’m in, you’ll suck a d+ck
these n+ggas ain’t the same as me, get they back beat in for a f+ckin’ plaque
these n+ggas ain’t the same as me, i don’t my fans in my f+ckin’ wax
i been buyin’ new cars and buyin’ new houses after i pay my taxes
i been tellin’ mama fox, she said, “you’re my son” and you respond to that
it’s a cryin’ shame n+ggas just bought switches
cryin’ shame these n+ggas cuffin’ these b+tches
four in a twenty ounce, sippin’ tris
and i have plenty ties ‘fore boston richey (yes)
n+gga, i go off a ‘bow, i be sippin’
choppers, n+gga, don’t go against us (you ball)
been sippin’ belaire with ricky (ross)
my opps’ll tell you i’m the biggest
a n+gga tell a b+tch, man got them 60s
slidin’ through atlanta like it’s memphis
when i touch thirty, i’ll have a billion
but right now, i’m twenty+three with millions
i got bad b+tch on truth and one
fox chain for 8 when he get home
b+tch, i want that p+ssy, i was sippin’ on don
i want four hundred ms, then i’m done, p+ssy
she tryna sack my d+ck like a green bay pack
huh, she tryna sack my bank account like a green bay pack
how many ‘bows you get off a week?
huh, how many n+ggas you shoot a week?
how much drank you pour a week?
how many racks you make a week?
n+ggas can’t stand that i made it
n+gga want you on the bottom, gone forever
rich for real, i done starred in la
for no f+ckin’ reason give my brother a hundred
you ain’t fake that fight, you ain’t never gone out of state
you better give your mama and give your n+gga a hundred (press charges)
the city know how we comin’ (foxes)
wearin’ diamond rings while i’m dumpin’
the police sh+t, i ain’t gettin’ into it
with a f+ckin’ rat, i ain’t gettin’ into it
huh, internet, i ain’t gettin’ into it
place hate, don’t respond to ’em
f+ck it, i let john do it
lol, fake name for my k!ller
f+ck it, i let shawn do it
another fake name for my blitza, p+ssy

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