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come out - ynrjah lyrics

(i f*ck with them adlibs n*gga)
(n*gga if i was to say everything i did gang i would go to jail for life n*gga, probably the death penalty)
(my mom keep talking about life or death like i don’t know this)
(that’s why ion say sh*t, ion hang with these goofy ass n*ggas, they like to tell alot)

he come out the door we goin make sh*t even, yo momma real hurt man that b*tch still grieving
he ain’t even make it to the car before we dropped a bomb and left his ass leaking
(bong)
(bong)
hop out on feet i don’t shoot out the car i’m tryna score me a little k!ll, he keep on dissing on ig reels but ynr already tapped one of them n*ggas
glock 23 with a binary trigger spent $800 you ain’t going to the spital, bump broad day we was the reason why slyme was in the spital, i’m smoking his mans cause he smells like some skittles
drop me a bag and lil youngin will get you, was in ashford tryna catch a victim
i catch lil kappo i swear ima k!ll him, drop a bomb on his crib like the iran war
he keep on dissing but him and his brother was scrubbing the floor
rob a n*gga while he with his wh0re, it was me and my sister we was at that dollar general store
(behind snow lane)
and that’s no cap, lil k3 you fast i know you got some offers in track
glock 19 gen 5 make a n*gga run a four flat, i’m tired of dissing i’m tryna see where you at, drop that lo and we goin come from the back

i camp at yo bus you ain’t going to school n*gga f*ck piru i been tryna tap that fool on the westside glock we can hoop
n*gga call my phone asking federal questions, i hit hang up and block that number
i can’t never forget about that one time, may 14th we dropped a bomb
i hopped on feet and cracked a cut, that white boy ain’t slang that gen
(go work yo feet)
i smoke lil joni cause cj some boof lil n*gga that diss was weak get out the stu
5.56 come out the roof, when i bombed that crib everybody came through
lil trey kept putting me in songs and his momma almost d*mn near died to
all my opps be broke asf i tell lil youngin hit em with the truck
i got that drop we spinned that b*tch he think we playing fill that b*tch up
he dissing ynr for clout we box sh*t in we finna close that lil n*gga mouth
these 7.62s so loud i hopped out on feet with a drac tryna catch me a b
swing my door get right on feet i see my target k!ll him with the heat
and slyme keep dissing in songs when i catch that fat n*gga on ynr ima catch that b
i’m sending a blitz i got tired of working my feet, these n*ggas don’t be on they street
and bruh keep dissing and his brother keep dissing when i catch them two n*ggas i’m upping the heat
he come out the door we goin make sh*t even, yo momma real hurt man that b*tch still grieving
he ain’t even make it to the car before we dropped a bomb and left his ass leaking
(bong)
(bong)
hop out on feet i don’t shoot out the car i’m tryna score me a little k!ll, he keep on dissing on ig reels but ynr already tapped one of them n*ggas
(tap that b*tch ass n*gga)

- ynrjah lyrics

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