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fight or flight - yck lyrics

[verse 1]
bodies burning, uma thurman, imma gut em’ up like beatrix
the heat created make a motherf*cker wanna plead the fifth
now it’s fight or flight, i see how bad you wanna flee the sticks
you’re nothing but a follower, afraid and you ain’t leading sh*t
who is of my caliber? i’ll wait for wrong answers
and what is important to you just wanna dog dancers
say you got mob ties, well, i say let’s test it out
imma cut up long lines, y’all will need an exit route
ought to update that linkedin ‘stead of a link up with a b*tch that don’t love you
bought her a drink, won’t let you hit and you is a chump, nah, that’s no w
when you not problematic, better go make some f*cking statements
sliding with fools that they think on, you will find they tend to act the lamest
talking, i’ll wait, imma live in the torrid where too many people got something to say
hit with a federal case and the warrant obtained, you going up up and away
born on third base, nah, you ain’t some kind of mastermind
even broken clocks get it right, what you make is pasteurized

[chorus]
b*tch*b*tch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
back the f*ck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
they be fiending just to k!ll a hoe
fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
b*tch*b*tch tryna cancel, swipe up, get handled
back the f*ck back yo ‘fore you get dismantled
they be fiending just to k!ll a hoe
fight or flight, you riding with a choice to sink or swim alone
[verse 2]
stepped on like a doormat, b*tch, you got expensive taste
sn*tching up them floor plans, peek at what it generates
ransom for the badges in the furnace to incinerate
ain’t pleasing any deities, i’m p*ssing on their dinner plates
f*cking inauthentic like what’s trendy and popular?
overwhelm ya with the sh*lls that imma send to your ocular
hook line and sinker, they riding round, hitting blinkers
i’m born and raised inside the valley, wanna see middle fingers
no entertaining, stayed in my lane and tried to avoid me speaking to broke
hoes i don’t f*ck with, thought it was done with showing no grace and i leave em’ to choke
prideful and you entitled, i would say cry me a river hoe
or keep it up with that grudge you holding, i think you still bitter though
look at em’ flexing, racking up debt, they’re popping like an artery
ain’t a concern, you’re waiting your turn to eat but we got ours to feed
niner niner, where’s the finer things you seek? you can’t afford em’
turn that gutter music off you repping, imma die of boredom

- yck lyrics

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