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yungjay - real disrespect lyrics

(sheff g) yo, tune in, tune in, tune in, tune into this, n-gg-s fake disrespect, look, look, n-gg-s fake disrespect, n-gg-s fake disrespect today, everybody tunie in to this, this is too much now

(intro- yung jay)
smoking dead opps with the set
run up on em’ wit a blicky leave em’ sticky
tell that lil n-gg- im a vet
yeah, i’m rootin’ and i tell him come and get me
we be doing that the best
show a n-gg- real disrespect
face shot, you don’t need a vest

(verse 1- yung jay)

we gon put him down, leave em’ stretched
run up on an opp, let it flop, let em’ bullets slide thru his neck
we got h-lla guap, when we at the top, gettin’ p-ssy n-gg-s upset
hop up to the opp, watch his body drop, leave an opp f-ck n-gg- dead
put the chop to a n-gg- head
throw a hunnid shots, put him in the bed
we gon’ run up on em’ , put a gun up on him, bullets flying fast for the bread
maserati h-lla fast when we flag
pull him, hit the gas if he dead
spin him, put the black flag on that head
issa man down when we bend
you could get shot now for ya mend

(verse 2- yung jay)

cruisin we lurkin and spinnin, just us in ya lobby, we finna hit anybody
abgs, we them demons, we catch ya, we squeeze ya, just know its gon’ be a body
follow em, lurk em, then murk em, .16 on me purging, reverse a surburban
keep me a glock wit a stick, get the drop from a b-tch, and we closing the curtains
b-tch, i got a lotta money, i’m the real yung jay i be wit da folks
pull up, move a lil dummy, put that on god, everybody blow
keep it wit me, i ain’t lucky
get the drop from the thots, never trust a hoe
free mista get busy, free sicky seg

b-tch, everybody know
we don’t be chillin, we spazzin
hit him, he lackin’, we goin’ savage
countin’ the money, we stackin’, we gotta have it, my n-gg-s wildin’
blickys that put em in caskets, f-ck what he jackin’, i’m wit the action
shooters, i hop out, they blastin’, know he ain’t lastin, keep it attackin’
ain’t n-body on sheff hills, i could sheff k!ll for a fact
stupid n-gg-, like sheff will, n-gg- sheff, please come and flex
chubbs wit me, he a opps k!lla, leave a opps k!lled for the set
swambo, let it slide thru his chest
f-ck n-gg-s gon hate, we the best

(hook)

smoking dead opps with the set
run up on em’ wit a blicky leave em’ sticky
tell that lil n-gg- im a vet
yeah, i’m rootin’ and i tell him come and get me
we be doing that the best
show a n-gg- real disrespect
face shot, you don’t need a vest

- yungjay lyrics

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