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yung mal – trayvon lyrics

[intro]
gudda tay on every beat, n-gg-

[chorus]
i put the hood on, now i feel like trayvon
lot of sh-t been goin’ on, problems piling by the ton
percocet sittin’ on my tongue
met her, first day f-cked her tongue
pocket full of hunduns
ooh, girl, they got gun guns
keep that sh-t a hundred, we too solid, ain’t no fakin’ now
i know n-gg-s, they went broke, and now they waitin’ on me to fall
huh, hold up, b-tch, yeah, what they really on?
they not crazy, they know better, i’ll really get ’em gone

[verse 1]
i get ’em gone
whole 1’5, 1017, that money long
i’m still ridin’ for my n-gg-s if they wrong
i stay down, my money long
b-tch, i’m flier than a drone
i get high, stay in my zone
my b-tch alone and she mad i ain’t even came home
og gave me game, then i ran with it
all these hundreds, sh-t not counterfeited
goin’ big, got the project with me
got that 40 with me when i rock my hoodie

[verse 2]
i put the hood on, i feel like trayvon
my young n-gg-s k!ll for fun just like jamaican
when i start gettin’ money, them n-gg-s start hatin’
but f-ck ’em, i been goin’ way up, ain’t got no time to lay up
f-ck her with my gun gun, my bankroll got them hunduns
lil’ b-tch tryna hold somethin’, so i f-cked her whole tongue
keep that sh-t one hundred, i can’t change on my dawgs now
everything i got came out the mud, f-ck a mall, we gon’ ball

- yung mal lyrics

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