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yung trashi - becky w/ lil dilly & ivallio$ lyrics

[producer tag]
kiva-kun!

[chorus: yung trashi]
met a lil shorty named,”becky” in the hills and she walk so s-xy
booty too round, might wreck me
on jah! tell these hoes don’t test me
driving in the foreign , no tessy
me and elon eating crumpets on the telly
b-tch my stummy hurt, no carti
go get me a bag or rub up on my belly

[verse 1: yung trashi]
big, yellow jacket, no maison margiela
i’m counting the green, sit down big fella
lil shorty a thot, somebody go tell her
she bounce up and down like she at coach-lla
i’m mr. neutron and i’m bout to blast
cause shorty throwing it back in the middle of cl-ss
i pull out some cash from the back of my -ss and-
i’m throwing it now to help out her stash

[verse 2: yung trashi]
becky or staci, i cannot choose
staci a crip, her benjis are blue
my benjis the grinch, no cindy lou who
becky walking on stilts, no jimmy choo
she said she love me, i’m like,” who are you?”
becky know how to blow d-ck like a flute
staci will bounce on my lap while i reach out the window to go shoot, ouu

[verse 3: lil dilly]
met a lil hoe named becky
her name ain’t ralph but she tryna wreck me
said that she love me first day she met me
come over 6 am, five nights at freddy’s, ouu
d-mn why your shorty be texting me?
when i slide, she gone give that neck to me
we in the function and she sitting next to me
not f-cking that b-tch, she basically dead to me, ouu

[verse 4: lil dilly]
met a b-tch named staci
that hoe gone drive me crazy
i’m bumping lil tracy
that hoe ain’t gonna change me
she wanna have my babies
smoking green, it’s wavy
she got cake like a pastry
that hoe can’t save me, maybe

[verse 5: yung trashi & ivallio$]
i’mma narcissistic inmate to emotions
you a blocky n-gga, stay in minecraft, sipping potions
ya’ b-tch a witch, she sipping wine from the cauldron
i break a block and get the water to flow in
mountain top on a mountain top, get it snowing
breeze come down when she get done blowing
counting bands up, you already knowing
me and my n-ggas drove off and we kept going, going
whatchu’ throwing?
you a b-tch n-gga, with a sew-in
caught him lacking , on the tape, eviction notice
you better focus, on your notion, cause when my n-ggas come , you know we rolling
not dubies n-gga, rolling curtains
draw two rounds and then we skurttin’

[verse 6: ivallio$]
you met becky but she was mine
you say that’s your shorty then you gone die
ivallios gone commit a crime
all for my dime piece, uh
you don’t know me, uh
i do not want peace, uh
i’mma leave you rolling, in a ditch, where you belong
so long, i don’t want problems
you touch my shorty, you gone die son
if i see you around, it’s gone be 5-on-1
maybe two, what yo’ homeboy dilly gone do?

[chorus: ivallio$]
met a lil shorty named,”becky” in the hills and she walk so s-xy
booty too round, might wreck me
on jah! tell these hoes don’t test me
driving in the foreign , no tessy
me and elon eating crumpets on the telly
b-tch my stummy hurt, no carti
go get me a bag or rub up on my belly

[conversation: yung trashi , lil dilly , ivallio$]
yung trashi: yo, yo, who the f-ck is this n-gga bro? this- we do not know this n-gga, bro. dylan, who is this n-gga bro? you know this n-gga?
lil dilly: bro, nah, who is he?
yung trashi: bro, me-f-cking-either . bro, who the f-ck are you?
ivallio$: me? my name’s ivallios, b-tch

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