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iykyk 2 - ybf k sauce lyrics

[intro]
off a lotta pills, bro tryna k!ll
if you know, you know
n*gga say you dead, that’s what it is
n*ggas run they mouth like hoes
but turn fed when sh*t get serious
i just call my bro houdini
how he make sh*t disappear

[verse]
b*tch, if you know, you know
i could name a couple n*ggas died
and a few more that got they ass beat
’bout what i put in lines
n*ggas used to throw them hoes
go buy a glock, get with the times
i’m just tryna put you on
b*tch, i don’t say sh*t just to rhyme
and just ’cause n*ggas go deactivate they page
don’t mean they slidin’
ain’t you know rule number five?
shut the f*ck up
stay alive
number six
don’t get in that mix if you just wanna drive
if you really ain’t on sh*t
you better not post up with them guys
n*ggas played
i told bro ‘nem “cool, let’s see how sh*t go”
let it bang
see a n*gga move, just put sh*t on the floor
say it’s up
so how the f*ck you gassed out
you don’t want smoke
like what the f*ck that p*ssy n*gga talkin’ ’bout
that boy a hoe
bro been on drill after drill
like he do construction work
he poppin’ pill after pill
i thought they wasn’t even percs
i told them n*ggas leave me ‘lone
i’m in my zone
you gon’ get merked
bro put that bag on yo’ head
ask yo’ mama what you worth
it’s wintertime
put that n*gga on a sweater
f*ck a shirt
say he straight up out the mud, right?
so he gon’ love the dirt
say on yo’ mama i’m gon’ die
b*tch, you better hug her first
my bro ain’t never did no dope
i swear to god, he love the work
i tell him slide
he say “okay, let me grab my sh*t”
if n*ggas talk too much, he shut ’em up
man, that’s what they get
n*ggas barkin’
like they with that sh*t
’til they ass get hit
rule number seven
i don’t give a f*ck
you should’ve kept yo’ stick
gang ‘nem say they bend blocks
you ain’t get shot?
then they must ain’t slid
police say they been hot
don’t ask me sh*t
i don’t know what they did
send bro to heaven’s gates
hope that’s yo’ favorite place
’cause that’s where you ‘gon live
this sh*t on the waist
put fye straight to the face
if bro come off the hip
never had a m
i started rappin’
watch how this sh*t happen
chris angel
they caught his ass in traffic
now he gone like magic
2025, b*tch fix yo’ tv
you don’t want no static
while you still alive
better fix yo’ keyboard
and quit all that cappin’
[outro]
i could rap all day
’bout the same n*ggas hatin’
never gave a f*ck
might get yo’ daughter gone
this sh*t like taken
are what you eat
n*ggas in that room
they turn to bacon
i done gave y’all all the time you n*ggas need
just can’t replace me
d*mn
(somebody tell them n*ggas pay me)
(did my research)
(you in all that work)
(ain’t got no paper)
(tell them boys i’m seasoned in this sh*t)
(they ain’t got no flavor)
(since you with that sh*t)
(jump in that water like jamaica)
(ybf)

- ybf k sauce lyrics

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