yung flex – merciless freestyle lyrics
[verse]
f+ck all that talkin’ and sh+t
n+ggas know how i’m rockin’ and sh+t
brought a glock when i walk in this b+tch
got a chop in this b+tch and it’s built like a rocket and sh+t
if he poppin’, i’m launchin’ this b+tch
you think you ’bout it, lil’ n+gga?
your face’ll get pounded, lil’ n+gga
you got it? i doubt it, lil’ n+gga
get grounded, lil’ n+gga
you mad, and i’m countin’, lil’ n+gga
i wet him, he drownin’, lil’ n+gga
like, “grrah,” “grrah”
chopper gon’ eat his whole face up
i got that sh+t for a n+gga who fake tough
k!llin’ my opps, i can’t do sh+t but face blunts
i’m on your block with the gäng and like eight guns
shïnï gäng sh+t, they can’t do sh+t but hate us
don’t give a f+ck, your sh+t suck, n+gga, straight up
nothin’ but hits, p+ssy b+tch, get your weight up
(shïnï gäng sh+t)
all of my n+ggas sticked up, like a veteran
thirty+eight shots, you get popped out your letterman
shout out t7, you best watch your etiquette
these n+ggas soft, why the f+ck you so delicate?
i let it pop and it leave him irrelevant
i up the sh+t, he get hit and that’s definite
yoppa gon’ hit on his skull, leave it desolate
like “ugh,” “u+u+ugh”
run in your sh+t with the thirty clip
b+tch, i’m with mid pack, i’m rollin’ up dirty mid
who is this n+gga? man, we never heard of him
if he want beef, he get cooked like a burger, b+tch
up in the street with a motherf+ckin’ burner, b+tch
been told these n+ggas, “my n+ggas be murderous”
we pullin’ triggers, my n+ggas is merciless
huh? lil’ n+gga, i’m him, give a f+ck what you saying
if i’m at your door, then you best get to praying
get down on the floor, up the mop, get to spraying
i set it in stone, i ain’t motherf+ckin’ playin’, lil’ b+tch
murk you right where you layin’, lil’ b+tch
you was talkin’ your sh+t, why you shakin’? lil’ b+tch
i might tie+dye your tee, get to painting your sh+t
if you talkin’, i might get to rockin’ your sh+t
and when you on the ground, get to stompin’ your sh+t
n+ggas hating and sh+t, i’m unbothered as sh+t
in the back of my whip, gettin’ top from my b+tch
you ain’t stoppin’ this sh+t, got a glock with a switch
gotta watch who you with, n+ggas oppin’ and sh+t
n+ggas stalkin’ and sh+t, they gon’ jock on this sh+t
it’s still eighty+eight bullets for coppers and sh+t
and i’m b+tching him out, got him sobbin’ and sh+t
it’s still “f+ck all the clout,” n+ggas sloppin’ and sh+t
if he sendin’ them shots then i’m blockin’ his sh+t
if he watching, i might get to clockin’ his sh+t
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