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yung sinn - dubsmash lyrics

[intro]
(t++zyontheboards)
sinn
(buddah blessed this beat)
uh, uh, uh

[chorus]
yeah, i see you watchin’ for my chain, but i’m gon’ blitz that
ain’t none of them n+ggas over there poppin’ for real, them n+ggas don’t shoot back
yeah, i’m smokin’ on both your twins, this the mismatch
take off for that ride, yeah, yeah, just like six flags
no, we ain’t that kind of gang, so don’t call us no rug rat
that chopper ain’t gon’ jam, it’s gon’ make a n+gga do a dubsmash
he won’t post his show ’cause he know them spinners gon’ spin that
and we gon’ rock the farmer, since them n+ggas rich off weed, gon’ blitz that
[verse 1]
stop callin’ my phone, coppin’ these pleas
yeah, money grow on trees
yeah, i’m with big demons, my twin do not forget to bring his ski
ha, sister drive that four+way, shoot from all sides of the street
i’ll drop a pound on they chest, yeah, that f+ck n+gga can’t breathe
yeah, understand, when them bodies drop, we gettin’ drunk
ridin’ through them f+ck n+ggas’ ‘partments, we gon’ eat the speedbump
real deal stepper, on my mama, and we came to stomp
every time i take another bl!ck, i give it to swipe somethin’
you shootin’ inside the air, on my mama, you gon’ die with that prop gun
f+ck n+gga all hyped up, i’ma shoot him, why i’m so calm
yeah, bullets touch his lip just like some lip balm
yeah, this the pledge of the gang, hit me on the sitcom
yeah

[chorus]
yeah, i see you watchin’ for my chain, but i’m gon’ blitz that
ain’t none of them n+ggas over there poppin’ for real, them n+ggas don’t shoot back
yeah, i’m smokin’ on both your twins, this the mismatch
take off for that ride, yeah, yeah, just like six flags
no, we ain’t that kind of gang, so don’t call us no rug rat
that chopper ain’t gon’ jam, it’s gon’ make a n+gga do a dubsmash
he won’t post his show ’cause he know them spinners gon’ spin that
and we gon’ rock the farmer, since them n+ggas rich off weed, gon’ blitz that
[verse 2]
sh+t bag, constipation
i made it out that f+cked up camp, no concentration
don’t call my phone, leave me alone, we can’t have no conversation
but i’m the reason you can’t trap right there, i’m my mama’s baby
i rep that black and white, i ain’t talkin’ no segragation
walk up on him and serve him like a f+ckin’ waitress
i’m never switchin’ up like tom brady had did the patriots
my twin’ll k!ll your ass right now, that’s why he keep pacing
i came from hotel hop, but now it’s at the hayden
you see cd on that concrete, man, i walk over there paving
i ain’t the game type, but i like to shock sh+t like raven
that boy a thot, on my mama, he like to sit in n+ggas’ faces
yeah, that bl!cky get to erasing

- yung sinn lyrics

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