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turn that boy to ashes - yb nova lyrics

[intro]
(haaan, yb nova n*gga)
ayy, look, it’s a bloodbath, huh
big drum spinnin’, f*ck a soundtrack (baow, baow)
rrrrah!
(styxx, turn me up!)
uh*huh, you know how the f*ck we come, b*tch
we ain’t duckin’ sh*t
yeaahhh

[chorus]
turn that boy to ashes, light him up, no matches
caught his ass lackin’, now his block got patches
creep down slow, leave his brains on his jacket
catch him at the store, make him fold like a napkin (boom!)
ain’t no passin’
clips too long, gotta drag it (grrah)
4 deep in a stolen car, blastin’
he talk tough? now his name on a caption
p*ssy*ass opp got turned into past tense

[verse 1]
i slide in the whip, mask down, i’m lurkin’
hollow tips hot like the stove when it’s burnin’
f*ck that boy mama, that ho out here chirpin’
said she need peace, but i gave her the burden
all my youngins, they demons, they wildin’ for clout
shoot up his party, then slide to thе south
i’m off a pill and i’m tweakin’ right now
finger itchin’ like a junkiе, i’m itchin’ to bounce (brrt)
she suck on my d*ck while i load up this stick
i nut in her throat, then i blow me a zip (skrrt)
these lil’ n*ggas talk but they never gon’ spin
i done slid twice and i’m at it again (spin back!)
[refrain]
shorty poppin’ ass for nova (twerk that)
gang got sticks, ain’t sh*t gettin’ over (baow)
he flexed in the vid, now it’s clips for exposure (boom)
hit his head clean, now he look like a folder (folded)
gang too real, we don’t do no disclosure (nah)
turnt up in the trap, got the k on the sofa (grrah)
ten toes down, i’m a block*bleedin’ soldier
that boy got cooked like a motherf*ckin’ toaster (dead)

[verse 2]
boom! boom!
that’s the sound when we poppin’ (boom boom boom)
his mom cryin’ now, should’ve told him stop talkin’
switch on the glock, that b*tch sound like it barkin’
i up with no warnin’, now he lay stiff in the morning
srt skrrt off the scene like it’s stolen
chains on my neck like a slave that got golden
she wanna f*ck, but i told her i’m focusin’
d*ck in her throat while i’m scrollin’ through folders (haha)
i’m in that mode again, pain in my veins
he said it’s up? then we crackin’ his brain
internet beef but ain’t droppin’ no name
so when we slide, ain’t no one to blame (slide!)
out with the mac and i’m blastin’
caught him in traffic, he crashed in
face on the ground, it was tragic
they lit candles — we laughin’ (f*ck ’em!)
[chorus]
turn that boy to ashes, light him up, no matches
caught his ass lackin’, now his block got patches
creep down slow, leave his brains on his jacket
catch him at the store, make him fold like a napkin (boom!)
ain’t no passin’
clips too long, gotta drag it (grrah)
4 deep in a stolen car, blastin’
he talk tough? now his name on a caption
p*ssy*ass opp got turned into past tense

[refrain – outro]
he thought he was tough till he died in a fashion (dumbass)
now his gang throwin’ posts, but they cappin’
don’t want no smoke, just ashes
don’t want no smoke… just ashes (gone…)

- yb nova lyrics

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