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ytb recordz - we dem lyrics

[intro: trucarr]
trucarr
ayy, scarfdawg
(scum, you finessed this one)
ayy

[verse 1: trucarr]
reminiscing about all the sh+t we did, like how the f+ck this happen?
couple fallouts with all my n+ggas, but still the one that’s gon’ get active
all that love sh+t, it don’t matter, ayy
n+gga, you don’t know what you doin’ after
take it to the hood, see the hood gas it up
i’m a drug master
on another page, another chapter
n+ggas tryna get up with me, climb the ladder
if you ain’t got a dime, you was flippin’, that sh+t backwards
buddy ain’t got no money and he was tryna get a pack first
n+ggas out here broke, ain’t gotta tell me, i know your back hurt
quick to come up off that b+tch, she start to gettin’ on my last nervе
they think they know just how i feel, this expеnsive pain
drip check, what i got on? expensive things
can’t put you on just what i’m on, that’s expensive game
i got your b+tch givin’ me head while i’m switchin’ up lanes
catch me in my city gettin’ litty, get hit with them flames
comin’ with that biz, then it really ain’t sh+t to explain (at all)
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas, we them n+ggas, yeah
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f+ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n+gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

[verse 2: r3 da chilliman]
we them n+ggas with fat chains and wock’ pints
my pockets stuffed ’cause i’m the n+gga that catch flights
we throwin’ signs, b+tch, them stand for the gang
been crashin’ whips, i’m tryna crash a mulsanne
it’s a pistol party any time you see us hangin’ out
whole lotta money, we brought the benzes and ranges out
like bill russell, all my knuckles got rings
bought raf simons after i left ling ling
i’m in the club throwin’ ones with my gravediggers
he doin’ everything i do, i raised n+ggas
your juice fake, that sh+t floatin’, he whooped you
swiper, no swiper, tuck your chain ‘fore i book you
i’m r3 the great, your b+tch keep tellin’ me i’m the one
catch who lackin’? i don’t go nowhere without my gun
we the n+ggas with the money, that’s why your b+tch wanna f+ck
in the club with my blower, i’ll blow a n+gga if i get touched
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas, we them n+ggas, yeah
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f+ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n+gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

[verse 3: stoneda5th]
we the n+ggas that bounce out with glocks and switches on ’em
y’all the type of n+ggas to go to jail and stop g+ngb+ngin’
catch him loafin’ on his block, leave his brains hangin’
spin around they block itchin’ for a body, tryna get him gone
try to smoke an opp, then put him in a song
you can’t name one time i seen an opp and ain’t get my boogie on
glock 27 hit his throat, now his heart a drink
you better get your b+tch, she tryna make me her new sneaky link
last n+gga played with gang ended up in the flame
the way your b+tch gave me brains, she a hall of famer
upped the glocky, popped him in his face ’cause i heard he had a banger
baby popped a perc’ and went perc’ crazy
don’t try to shake my hand, i ain’t your friend, i don’t know you n+ggas
dissin’ on the ‘gram, it’s fun and games ’til we push up on your n+ggas
i was in whoopty+whoop with a chop on me with a stick in it
switch eat his whip and sent his ass to the heaven gates
[chorus: trucarr]
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas, we them n+ggas, yeah
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas (we them)
we them n+ggas (we them), we them n+ggas, yeah
and they can’t stop us
let ’em think that we won’t get the lo’ and f+ck ’round, pop up
i could pass it to my dog, i know that he gon’ drop somethin’
n+gga just be mad the whole time ’cause he don’t got nothin’

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