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yung and infamous - e# da realest & tbf lyrics

too sharp, don’t get too sharp
(brrr, yung infamous e done did this cold sh*t)
yo, holdup, let me just roll up my spliff
(itsb)
oi brudda, i’m bout to run through that
block, film me as i do it, yeah

yo, rrrr, yo
if you ain’t run up a pack and you think you can trap, do a walk and back (do a walk and back)
get it into your head, nah i’ll knock it in with the hammer, now your talking facts (facts)
had to dip in my fork and back, no ching, man swim after calling back (rrrrrraaaa)
had to pop off his lock, trust me you don’t want this smoke i got more than that (pop that sh*t)
if you ain’t bunned more than one man, leave the streets, no talk in raps (bap bap)
e# i earn more than the average youngin, i don’t even walk with packs (nah)
f*ck b nickel, he only spends his bands on chalk and that (d*ckhead)
heard nickel know my location, i’m waiting outside with a bomb and my akhs (brrraa)

you wanna know why you ain’t got ps, cos you spent it all on your sh*t bike (sh*t bike)
you would buy a testla if your money was high right now but use it to d*ck ride (d*ck ride)
bro dropped out of highschool, thats my school feeling like he was gonna go live right, selling white
use to try give advice for rap no cap, if he made a distrack he’s pack (rrrrrr)
don’t try sh*t, don’t run, don’t hide sh*t
f*ckers can’t sell trees in my bit
i’m in the hybrid, too many c*nts can find it but
they all looking out for my dry sh*t
look at me glee with da beam, that’s cookery
running through streets no 125, shooting knees
got more gauges in the limousine, look and see
shoot at me, missed p*ssio still don’t glue the beam
take no pitty and fill up the barrel
point it at them, they’ll sing us their carrol
i’m was ready for battle when h called “our block got sh*t”
took no pity we ran in that b*tch
why dem man wear red, cos we sheffed up all their bred from the west now they dead?
yung infamous e thats me, too sharp when i bore em up sore em up clean

rrrraa, brrrr

yung and infamous, nah f*ck that we yung gettin’ famous
i’m being so shaky, nah f*ck the light
i don’t smile through the night, i’m rapping bout these fights
put me on the map earn all the rights
i’ll go to my boys host skux, we cook you like roast
not here to boast but skux, f*ck
your a b*tch, i’ll hide
we’ll leave you in a ditch, on sight, i’ll run through and hide
i’ll get you fried, tell everyone your goodbyes
light 3*5s, heads with lies
skux ain’t gang and don’t hold gang ties

your music is so wack, had your mum sucking on this sack
f*ck around, you get dipped back
i’m just here with a disstrack
i’m here stating all the fun facts
gotta kick back, shoot the tack, hit 3s
tell 76ers to run up on skux, i’ll shoot you
like i own, i check snap got, my hoes
76ers on 10 toes, talk sh*t, i’ll get my bro
i don’t give a f*ck, i’ll leave the __ in blood
f*ck around, get hit, all angry i got 3 phones
sellin’ drugs and all those
i got money coming in 3 wayz
run up on me, yeah run my ways
nah your not acting so brave, talk sh*t send him to my place
i run __ ____
i’m at your house kicking in your doors
your girl nothing but a f*cking wh0re
f*ck around i’ll get you lit up, i’ll get you caught
yeah

rrrraa, can’t f*ck with us

- e da realest tbf lyrics

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