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yung booke - pissed off lyrics

[intro: yung booke]
yeah, yeah

[chorus: yung booke]
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie

[verse 1: yung booke]
i’ma pop out (hold on)
i’ma pop out on a real, real idiot
cartier frames, these chanel, we invented
i’ma give some cash, give a d+mn who get it
if the b+tch ’bout the cash, i’ma know that
[?] she my old lie
wristpiece, i’m making a wrong time
keep up with you, get the wrong vibe
frank lucas, on the front row rocking a mink coat
playing with some paper, they think you working at [?]
sliding through your hood, they k!ll you [?]
f+cked up a load, [?] and cedar floor
[?] banjo
i’m an ape in the new bape camo
sh+t lit like the top of a candle
extra ammo, feeling like rambo
’bout to look at my clothes, look like one of the models
be going back and forth on the runway
get out of line with the bros and pillow talking to hoes
the two things that’s gon’ lead you to some gunplay
i gotta win, i came too far to lose
gon’ need a mop for the spill, i’m dripping too hard, f+ck you
[chorus: yung booke]
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie

[verse 2: lil baby]
first off all, you gotta show me, don’t got emotions
i got billboards on blocks i used to post in
needing cash every two days, we couldn’t boast
needing new chanel and she got white toes and sh+t
she get a new patek, she don’t gotta turn her rollies in
i ain’t going in if i can get the brodies in
they was having doubts, but f+ck it, i showed ’em them
hopping out with sticks, you gotta put your shoulder in it
pushing on my broads, you’d think my hoes was rented
we living in and out only, it ain’t no tinted
the police tripping on me but i don’t know who did it
and everybody gangster so i don’t know who with it
riding ’round the city with it on
i been wearing [?] not cologne
had too many hundreds and i had to [?]
f+ck about an opp, k!ll him, put him in a song, yeah
double g stocking, go up to a [?] yeah
bet when i follow ’em right back to the block
i kept on marching, landed at the top
they cap like it’s easy, n+gga, it was hard
my beef with the system, n+gga, free the boys
don’t want handcuffs, put rollies on they arms
i put the gang on, everybody charmed
‘fore i lay down, i gotta go too hard
[chorus: yung booke]
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie
double g and cc on me, i let the cream go
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
no, it ain’t no stunting on me, b+tch, i’m a big dawg
if any n+gga stepping to me, i get you picked off
yeah, riding ’round the city with it on me
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
n+ggas saying that, they really gotta show me
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie

[outro: yung booke]
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
whole lotta hundreds on me, it got ’em p+ssed off
i can’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they phony
eight hundred shots off top for my brodie
got ’em p+ssed off
yeah
with it on me
they phony
gotta show me, ayy

- yung booke lyrics

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