yeen heard - pradabagshawty lyrics
yo, yeah, what’s goin’, what’s happenin’, what’s goin’
[chorus]
yeen heard bout no shot, b*tch we poppin’ (yeen heard)
yeen heard bout no bodies steady droppin’ (n*gga i ain’t heard)
i be geeked up sippin’ drank and poppin’ rocks (i just be geeked)
b*tch don’t slow down of all that perc and all that molly ([?])
n*gga just hit my trap phone, huh, get it off (get my trap phone, get my trap*)
yeen got nothin’ for me, p*ssy, back up off (get the f*ck back)
different racks put that hoe in gen 5 ([?])
already spinnin’, already hit up all his guys (2 of his guys, [?])
tried to play me wrong, that’s why his stupid ass got fired at (yeah they got fired at, yeah they got fired)
oh my god, another n*gga hit is [?] ([?])
[bridge]
oh my god, there’s another n*gga shot, they momma cryin’ (brrr)
i ain’t got hurt, hurt my hеart, my partner died (my partner diеd, hurt my heart)
and you go ahead and take drugs to feel alive (n*gga i ain’t never had* [?])
i had to cut my friends off that hurt my pride (it hurt my pride, i put down my pride)
i had to cut that b*tch off to get my mind right (to get my mind right, to get my mind right)
and my partner was snake, hoe turned into slime like it splat
i got pound, yeah n*gga i’m tryna’ break some down
hit that spot, with that fye
i’m on your block tryna’ let up some rounds
i got [?], i got
[verse]
yeah, n*gga we up in walk in pounds (wait what)
i’m in the trap, come buy you an ounce ([?])
i got the pot, this smellin like loud ([?])
hang out my pant, that b*tch .30 round (hang out my pant)
pull to yo’ hood, yeah n*gga wassam
all of that dissin’, we sat his ass down (put his ass down)
got a addiction, the buss in here trippin'(got it extended)
he graduated, put cap in his gown (brrr)
i f*cked one time and then i just bounce
my glock gen 5, but who keepin’ count
on front neck side, where sh*t can go down
my glizzy tucked, can’t wait to drop down (drop down)
my glizzy tucked, can’t wait to drop down
can’t wait to drop down (get the drop down)
[chorus]
yeen heard bout no shot, yeen heard bout no body
yeen heard bout them n*ggas, yeah they gunnin’
b*tch we poppin’
yeah, we takin’ n*ggas down, out of bounds
we get active, i’ma draw down all my opps
big glock, it’s subtractive
pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out
pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out, pop out
pop out, pop out, these n*ggas not poppin
these n*ggas not poppin, these n*ggas not* brrr
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