yung threat & yung dizzy - plus 4 lyrics
[hook: yung threat and yung dizzy]
it’s time to go perch, i’ma lace up my boots
a b+tch in the way, then i’m cracking her too
fat sh+t got chased, he got knocked out his shoes
i’m spinning wherever, i ain’t picking and choosing
lil mo’, he a b+tch, only talk with a lisp
screaming, “long live brodie”, he resting in p+ss
lil’ mare keep talking, ain’t banging his stick
had his baby mother right on the hill eating d+ck
he beat the b+tch up, man that young n+gga tint
then i catch lil’— put his ass in a blimp
that cash on his head, yung act gonna k!ll him
screaming, “long live feet”, he was geeking to pin ’em
i be walking with shots and i’m geeking to send ’em
i’m a young war vet, i’m ’bout to go throw on my bulletproof vest
[verse]
it’s diz wiz n+gga, we do it the best
1audii a b+tch, he got hit in his chest
you talk about hats, n+ggas know we collect
spin back+to+back, i’m trying see where they at
he walk out that door, that’s his ass, he stretched
n+ggas lying in they songs, i ain’t never get chased
man, give it a break, a n+gga got hit with a p and a drac’
all in his face, shouldn’t have been in the way
smoking on leg shots, shout+out my youngins
he got hit in his leg, his whole body dysfunctioned
i’d spin the whole city like, “n+gga, who want it?”
it’s yung threat and yung dizzy, we screaming, “who want it?”, n+ggas know how we coming
i be dragging my nuts, i’d really go f+ck up a family function
lil’ bro’ kissed the ground and his big brother bluffing
i done spinned half the city, man i really be bumping
i done took down my cousin, that sh+t ain’t ’bout nothing
i get tough for a b+tch, man i should’ve just crushed her
i just cooked me a n+gga, told b3, “bust him”
[?], i’m telling him, “f+ck him”
this k!lling sh+t a hobby, this sh+t like sport
i’m a young belt boy, i don’t show no remorse
[hook: yung threat and yung dizzy]
it’s time to go perch, i’ma lace up my boots
a b+tch in the way, then i’m cracking her too
fat sh+t got chased, he got knocked out his shoes
i’m spinning wherever, i ain’t picking and choosing
lil mo’, he a b+tch, only talk with a lisp
screaming, “long live brodie”, he resting in p+ss
lil’ mare keep talking, ain’t banging his stick
had his baby mother right on the hill eating d+ck
he beat the b+tch up, man that young n+gga tint
then i catch lil’— put his ass in a blimp
that cash on his head, yung act gonna k!ll him
screaming, “long live feet”, he was geeking to pin ’em
i be walking with shots and i’m geeking to send ’em
i’m a young war vet, i’m ’bout to go throw on my bulletproof vest
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