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yung lik – faneto lyrics

[ypcrayyy]
strapped down 4 nic, n+gga get back
trey 5, imma slap in the kriss vec
[?] tripping like flies, b+tch get back
[?] , out young’s he ain’t hit back
spot an opp, imma throw on my shiesty, gotta watch what i say cause police indicting
hit his ass with a nic, n+gga thought we was fighting
fat sh+t hit his body, sh+t struck him like lightning
if i hop out the whip, n+gga get back
dead man in this wood, you can’t hit that
fat sh+t hit his stomach, n+gga sh+t [?]
you ain’t never walk down, with ya b+tch ass
you ain’t never send shots, made a whip crash
i don’t f+ck with these bops, and my b+tch bad
if it’s dark outside, twin throw on a lazer
if he try to run, hop out we gon chase him

[30]
opps don’t never spin this block
cause we got unlimited shots
i’m shooting my pole, why the f+ck would i not?
bro got a [?] and it came with a dot
my young n+ggas cl!cking, and they ain’t hitting back
dude ass gone, he hit likе a black

[yunglik]
his dead ass gone, he ain’t coming back
i’m riding with co, hе upping the mac
hop out the at, n+ggas running like track
hop out the at, n+ggas running like track
i’m bending that rip, n+ggas using they skates
f+cked around burnt my arm, i was working that drac
you know that b+tch on me, you can tell by my waist
when i spin on the 8, fix n+ggas like plates
caught a opp at the light, made his ass hit the brakes
[ypcrayyy]
where the f+ck is you going? n+gga couldn’t escape
ain’t trusting no b+tch, take my drac on a date
n+gga ain’t got no hats, n+gga put on a snapback
spinning thru the hood, all that sh+t cap rap
n+gga say jam god, n+gga jamming off a 7.5
4+3 [?] to this big ass trey 5
go, go, go, go, go, go, go
swung the door open, n+gga couldn’t get up
put some holes in his shirt, n+gga got hit up
lil b+tch 22, got her throwing 3’s up
just sold my last zip, n+gga gotta re+up
put the percs in my hand, f+ck n+gga you jugged
now yo ass saying, “what the f+ck is you doing”
19 gen+5, n+gga ain’t even shoot it
got opps in the city, why the f+ck you ain’t use it
d+mn.. hat mad, he all in his feelings, cause he ain’t got no jam, his car ain’t working n+gga ain’t got no air
n+gga come on the block, beat his ass like pears
n+gga threw up on the drill, n+gga won’t even ready, got em screaming out aink, n+gga feel like spaghetti

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