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yungliv - no indirects lyrics

[intro]
uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh
big livvy in this b+tch man, the f+ck
free all the guys man, big 30 in the room, big cck, you know
smokin’ bk out the motherf+ckin’ pound n+gga
(hey vinny, vinny? vinny bag of donuts, how hard is it)
fetti man, uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh+uh
smokin bk out the motherf+ckin’ pound n+gga , we hop out, we hop out

[verse]
hop out, walk up, do it first, we ain’t shootin’ from a distance
f+ck tryna diss, i’m slidin’ first, my homie died we was bendin’
them indirects what got him merked, he dropped his bl!ck, they had him b+tchin’
we he got hit i know it hurt, we seen the vid when they ain’t get him
we x+ing rappers out the picture, bk died over an image
when that 10 mili went to work, he seen that flash and started twitchin’
thеy turnt that photo to a coup, he came outside thеm shots hit ’em
i’m so locked in with cck, we don’t clique up with other n+ggas
by that bus stop, he got hit up with like 3 different pistols
i’m smokin’ bk out the pound, dissin’ the dead, them n+ggas b+tches
bounce out with the guys and catch an opp, i need a victim
you ain’t got no rank, these n+ggas lying about who they k!llin’
it’s only 4 gen 5’s, i need a switch on every pistol
one thing i know about the 9, is when we slide they never bl!ckin’
catch one with my man, high five, we got offended
i know of benj on that, yeah for sure, a head comin’ with him
freak lil b+tch tryna f+ck the guys ’cause we winnin’
opp lil b+tch tryna get a lo’, cause we them n+ggas
no sympathy when we in route, aim for the rapper, watch him, k!ll him
they caught him loafin’ out of bounds in black boots with no pistol
turn up all my opps, they ain’t on sh+t when we get cranked
when that van door slammed, he died before he tried to think
i’m up like 80 somethin’ racks, you n+ggas missing pua
b+tch i was slidin’ before my deal, these n+ggas broke and in the way
n+ggas mad they see me have it, this drillin’ sh+t to us a habit
when we come through n+ggas runnin’ and b+tches screamin’ “that’s them klapperz”
why yall lackin’ on that backblock like the guys ain’t tryna wack sh+t
murder 1 they closed the casket, n+ggas know who made that happen

- yungliv lyrics

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