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yung5th (atl) - run yo ass down lyrics

[intro: yung 5th]
hop out the box, tryna shake some down
hop out the box, tryna+
hop out the box, tryna+
hop out the box, tryna shake some down
.762 makin’+
.762 makin’+
.762 makin’+

[verse 1: yung 5th]
hop out the box, tryna shake some down
.762 makin’ loud ass sounds (loud ass sounds)
and that’s a big booty ho, shut yo ass up and calm yo ass down (on 5)
slide through oak, [?] tryna catch a opp and put his ass in the ground (p+ssy)
huh, these n+ggas be cliqued up, b+tched up, they don’t want no smoke (that n+gga hidin’)
catch lil shh, put a glock to his back, make his ass get low (make his ass get low)
and why lil shh be dissin’ like we ain’t pull up to that store? (pull up to that store?)
i cannot cap, i cannot go out bad, hit his ass in his ‘fro (on 5)
we’re 2 deep, 1 switch, 1 drac’, tryna clear out the show (ok)
these n+ggas be broke as f+ck, d+ckridin’ just to get put on (what?)
catch that boy, i’ll rock his ass, smack his ass, send his ass home (hah)
.223 fast as f+ck, b+tch hit like a f+ckin’ trombone (on 5)
and don’t gеt lackin’ by y5th, hit em in his dome (graow)

[verse 2: lil red]
hit em in his domе, send that n+gga home
twist a n+gga up, treat em like some ho[?] (bow, bow, bow)
tae[?], me, and y5th hoppin’ out the box, hit a n+gga top, get that n+gga rolled (take that n+gga down)
i don’t wanna tussle, n+gga tryna fight, glizzy with a box leave a n+gga swole
claimin’ that he solid, n+gga really p+ssy
foldin’ under pressure, switchin’ on the code
what?
switchin’ on the code
i heard lil shh had switched on the gang, say he 5l gang, put a k to his nose
i ain’t gon’ speak on that day, i was workin’ that wheel[?] when [?] at the store
n+gga in his 30s steady tryna trap, boy you’re broker than f+ck, leave that sh+t on the floor
huh, huh, man that sh+t on the floor
i’m with the box, start trippin'[?], get off with these switches, these n+ggas ain’t steppin’ like us
these rap n+ggas dissin’, catch em out in traffic, beep+beep, get to flippin’ like ”get off the bus”[?]
say he tryna trade, then i’m taking his fye, no you can’t get your bl!ck, these glizzys for us
i done had his ho in a [?] goin’ [?] now he say he want beef, man that n+gga a munch (that n+gga a munch)
man that n+gga a munch
[?] take a n+gga ass like lunch
yeah, i say this sh+t like every song but i’m not doin’ fightin’, the glizzy got punch
i get sick and tired of smokin’ on mello, this sh+t gettin’ dry so i’m back smokin’ runt
[verse 3: yung 5th]
i’m back smokin’ runt
the glizzy got punch
chase his ass down, hit em with that pump
.556 shooters in that tonka
n+gga know my gang, n+gga know my face
shooter don’t play, pull up broad day
fully micro drac’, clearin’ out the place
mello don’t blow, [?]
n+gga diss my gang, make em beat his beat his feet
n+gga diss my gang, put him on a tee
300 block, i hit super deep
baby hot blunt, smell it up the street
n+gga know my gang like to eat our beef (know my gang like to eat our beef)

- yung5th atl lyrics

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