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killed that nigga - yg rippa lyrics

[intro]
(ayy trap, cook this goofy*ass beat up)
grrrt! boom boom boom
yeah… yg rippa in this b*tch
rippa gang, f*ck them suckas
we smokin’ his mans right now, f*ck he talkin’ bout?
skrrt, skrrt!

[chorus]
k!lled that n*gga, ain’t feel no way (boom!)
f*cked his b*tch, then bust on face (sl*t!)
caught that boy, left blood on j’s
hit his chest, that .40 blaze (brrt!)
high off x, can’t feel my brain
stole a whip, we switchin’ plates
spin his block, no time, no date
dumped that bl!ck, then did the race (go!)
told that ho, “don’t text, just taste”
put a switch on back of drake
jumped the fence, they seen my face?
f*ck it then, we slide next day (skrrt!)

[verse]
popped two percs, now i feel evil
scope on top, that chop got detail (b*tch!)
b*tch so bad, her throat illegal
she said “daddy,” i said, “me, hoe?” (haha!)
sent a blitz, i pressed delete
turned his face to taco meat
his og cried, got weak on feet
this that sh*t you can’t repeat (facts!)
hit a l!ck with no disguise
i ain’t cappin’, i don’t lie (never!)
bro got aim like call of duty
sent a shot, then waved goodbye (bye!)
told that b*tch i’m too d*mn toxic
glock got bodies, f*ck the optics (grrt!)
jumped in traffic with narcotics
stolo jeep, that sh*t exotic (speed!)
cracked his dome then did the dash
we don’t beef, we tag toe tags (boom boom boom)
n*ggas internet like blogs
real life though? they all get dragged (p*ssy!)
all my opps in body bags
ask his homies—they was fast
still got clips from last december
and your bro ain’t comin’ back (he dead!)
[chorus]
k!lled that n*gga, ain’t feel no way (nah)
f*cked his b*tch, then bust on face
caught that boy, left blood on j’s
hit his chest, that .40 blaze (bow!)
high off x, can’t feel my brain
stole a whip, we switchin’ plates
spin his block, no time, no date
dumped that bl!ck, then did the race (run!)
told that ho, “don’t text, just taste”
put a switch on back of drake
jumped the fence, they seen my face?
f*ck it then, we slide next day

[outro]
we back out on that same block
same stick, same b*tch
rippa gang don’t do no talkin’
k!lled that n*gga, straight like that
boom, boom, boom—b*tch!

- yg rippa lyrics

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