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yung mal - str8 out da pot lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
1’5, plug
lil dominque
guess it’s all on me

[verse]
i stayed down, threw the racks in they face
a second fight then the boy turned g-y
want a pack then your -ss gotta pay
so much ice, make your wife wanna skate
give her pipe now the b-tch want to lay
one night, now the b-tch wanna stay
it’s alright i’m good, i’m straight
take flight b-tch, have a nice day
young n-gga move that yay
molly got her with a tight face
young n-gga fight that case
you coming home, f-ck what a judge say
i lost a few to the dirty d-mn game
so n-ggas hate, it’s a godd-mn shame
b-tches wanna f-ck for some fame
do anything for a d-mn name
monday, kick sh-t at blue flame
watch the b-tch do her godd-mn thing
throw some many d-mn dubs in the club
b-tch think she stuck in the godd-mn rain
you can do what you want to do
i swear i’m not mad at you
that lean got me losing sh-t
shouts out to that jungle juice
my section blew through the roof
just look what my pinky do
i swear she gon’ f-ck some’
it ain’t got wink at you
balenciaga loafers
we don’t wear no tennis shoes
catching plays in my linen suit
smoking gas, my adrenaline boost
these n-ggas lying, i’m the motherf-cking truth
i like controls on the motherf-cking coupe
real k!llers don’t talk just shoot
b-tch i pull up at your motherf-ckin’ funeral
throw rocks and hide your hand
i swear that’s a faker move
then drop a dime on a n-gga
i swear that’s a hater move
front you a dime, you was up
now look how the tables move
they’re acting like you owe ’em somethin’
now they won’t f-ck with you
i live life like i’m d-mn bulletproof
you smoke mid but we smoke jetfuel
if i move, your -ss on the news
smoke a blunt then blunt, this sh-t bool
cocaine [?], looking for the clue
i’m in your spot like i’m d-mn freddy krueger
all n-gga want shot with a ruger
leave your -ss hot like some cooked noodles
i knew some’ you never knew
that boy there gon’ rat on you
your hood turn your back on you
that’s somethin’ i would never do
taking this down to your man
that’s somethin’ i would never do
hold up, hold up, hold up
yeah look what my bezel do
balmain, n-gga want to have a toast
1’5 sh-t, n-gga i’m the coach
remember middle school, getting free lunch
now i got racks, i can buy what i want
grown man, ain’t gotta prove a point
free my n-gga doing time in that joint
they want me to fail so they holding they nuts
but that dog there just is gon’ hunt
police like to mess with you, so don’t leave no residue
i swear these n-ggas soft, just like some baby food
i’m picking n-ggas off, just like the navy do
gotta get it while it’s here, ’cause the trap ain’t gon’ wait on you
straight gl-ss out the godd-mn pot
i whip the jag off the godd-mn lot
i got bands, what you think this a drop
pressure higher than the godd-mn sky
private jet if a n-gga want to fly
i bought a spot but i could’ve got a yacht
thumb through the check while a n-gga get top
use the f&n but i could’ve shot a chopper
ayy look what i’m telling you ho
don’t let the straps handle you
keep bad vibes away
’cause they came to get the best of you
don’t mean he gon’ ride for you
just ’cause he standing right next to you
it’s supposed to be bros over hoes
but look how the p-ssy do
don’t nothin’ beat the dope but a triple
if a n-gga love sleep he a dreamer
just pray the loss make me a young winner
been through it all, been a blessed lil n-gga
and i done made it through the motherf-cking trenches
lost a lot of my n-ggas and i miss ’em
bip plug, i mourn lil chicky
tayman you know i love with it
that’s how we gon’ do this sh-t
i’ma serve these dummy bricks
if you come for your money back
we gon’ give you these counterfeits
gotta keep one in the head, these n-ggas love sneaking sh-t
ho do anything for d-ck, they be on that freaky sh-t
sl!ck fame, a n-gga almost rich
to be the best you gotta go through this sh-t
if you stretch it then you ain’t got faith
without no pride then you’re already dead
boo caught twenty five in the feds
12 tried to put me on ’bout a play
i told my hood stay solid and [?]
and they rolled with a n-gga bike with pegs
rasheed finna fell in this
bag it up and i sell that sh-t
n-ggas k!ll over jealousy
so i thirty-three shots in this magazine
hoes want to vibe in the trap with me
they gon’ jump like a trampoline
b-tch look like she come from a tv screen
but maybe a maybeline
i remember lil plug as telling me
lil bruh we gon’ make them folks hate this sh-t
one day we gon’ make this sh-t
but now i won’t see my boy’s face again
i hate [?] l!cks, want a dollar like monopoly
i’m so sick of these clones, they watching and copy me
hold they nuts and they gossiping
i just wizard and stop that sh-t
go tell lil plug we be popping sh-t
vip, jump the line and sh-t
ain’t no love for no opposite
get your -ss popped like a percocet
gudda tay on this beat
and we straight out the pot with it
we straight out the pot with it
plug straight out the pot with it
domo straight out the pot with it
yeah, yeah, everybody, out the pot with it
for jamara b-tch, for jamara b-tch
yeah, yeah

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