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ytb trench - mob ties lyrics

[intro]
(pipe that sh+t up, tnt)

[chorus: ytb trench]
if it hurt, leave it where it hit, don’t leave it make it worse
introvert, it be f+ck my feelings, i smoke and it hurt
off that perc’, she gon’ eat the d+ck, eat the tip like desert
i’ll make it work, i’ll take any digit and turn it to a third
talking mob ties, get smoked if he try
we gon’ spin the bend, is he gon’ get split? he decide
i be talking my sh+t, don’t give no f+cks if you don’t like
you see me with clips, i beat the block down for my guys

[verse 1: ytb trench]
she want birkins, shе can get that sh+t, she stay down ’til it work
now we don’t work and wе can travel islands that’s upon this earth
i go to church ’cause i done did some damage underneath the hurt
but i take drugs to heal this lonely savage that came with my birth
like is it worth it, all these n+ggas flodging, and we know they perping
envy lurking, gotta keep it tucked for those don’t think it’s urgent
like a surgeon, bullets gon’ do surgery, ain’t cut out for certain
glizzy purple, it never been bust, i call that b+tch a virgin
do you love me? i know it get rusty, trust me
i be from the trenches, baby, you know it get ugly
one beam, two glocks in the passenger like rugby
opps like paparazzi and the junkies tryna box me
is it true i’m the love and that i’m loving you
what to do? i done lost myself and now i’m losing you
without clue, born into a life of stains and banging blue
i know you always stood right out, never stood in with fools
and if he try then i’m gon’ tarnish him
you crossed me once, you would do it twice, you would let me starve again
hate to see you up, love it when you down, i’m on them bars again
all of my brothers with me, we chop the block and that bust that glock
[chorus: ytb trench]
if it hurt, leave it where it hit, don’t leave it make it worse
introvert, it be f+ck my feelings, i smoke and it hurt
off that perc’, she gon’ eat the d+ck, eat the tip like desert
i’ll make it work, i’ll take any digit and turn it to a third
talking mob ties, get smoked if he try
we gon’ spin the bend, is he gon’ get split? he decide
i be talking my sh+t, don’t give no f+cks if you don’t like
you see me with clips, i beat the block down for my guys

[verse 2: young thug]
i c+ck it, buh+buh, and bust it right inside of the club
i show my ass everywhere i go ’cause ain’t no love for a thug
this b+tch eat d+ck just for a living, why the f+ck would i cuff?
told the cops your name first, my n+gga, now you’re sus
i’m the first n+gga showing a drac’ now i got blood on my timbs
following after n+ggas’ll come take off your limb
i got threw in the water and tried my best not to swim
changed a couple n+ggas life, you’ll get caught when see ’em
i still got homies trapping, serving grams all day
couple n+ggas ran off, they still getting whacked ’bout it today
couple n+ggas were in my way, just go big crazy like kanye
i pour fours of syrup, no cake, my dad house didn’t come with that lake
have you ever seen a silencer get detached from the drac’?
put it on the f&n, f+ck it, we gon’ k!ll kids, n+gga
ten million put away if he ever do a bid, n+gga
i spent four mil’ now i got a taliban at the crib, n+gga
[chorus: ytb trench]
if it hurt, leave it where it hit, don’t leave it make it worse
introvert, it be f+ck my feelings, i smoke and it hurt
off that perc’, she gon’ eat the d+ck, eat the tip like desert
i’ll make it work, i’ll take any digit and turn it to a third
talking mob ties, get smoked if he try
we gon’ spin the bend, is he gon’ get split? he decide
i be talking my sh+t, don’t give no f+cks if you don’t like
you see me with clips, i beat the block down for my guys

- ytb trench lyrics

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