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lirik lagu most hated – young slo-be

[intro]
(brody, come in here)

[verse 1: ebk young joc]
it was just me and broski, we went on a hot one
bend they block like, “hold on, stop, i think i got one”
beat they load up, don’t give a f*ck who ridin’ shotgun
i had to switch it up a little, i am not done
dubs in my stacks like is you stupid? these are not ones
that n*gga cappin’, stop the lyin’, said he dropped what?
switch on the glock and it’s nothin’ to lift this chop up
sh*t, drop the location, let’s see who with the pop*ups
n*gga, i got some bags to chase
it wasn’t easy gettin’ on, plus i had to wait
you sittin’ at my table, you gon’ eat, cuddy grabbed a plate
my brother told me ’bout this time his partner crashed his wraith
jackboys, 12*7, b*tch, i had to take
that was my brothеr, not no more, that n*gga had to hate
it’s crazy, i won’t touch a broke b*tch, rathеr m*st*rbate
we threw the bitty in his load, it got no tags or plates
up the shh, drop the ah, i’ll tag your face
hoo, give him a paint job
i know you wanna be like me, but you just ain’t joc
get up on him, brother droppin’ bully, i let k drop
keep it goin’, on my mama, i just can’t stop
free sleazy b, i can’t wait until that case drop
i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s on bro, b*tch, we hate opps
we come through they section with this weapon givin’ faceshots
when he seen me, you should’ve seen him, cuddy face dropped
he got a ghost, i ain’t gon’ lie, that’s a fake glock
like lil baby said, we global now
i ain’t have nothin’ back then, so brodie showed me how
ain’t tryna f*ck, i’m ’bout bucks, can you blow me down?
i get violent out in public, they like, “oh, he wild”
[interlude: ebk young joc]
they like, “oh, he wild”
i get violent out in public, they like, “oh, he wild”

[verse 2: young slo*be]
ayy
big 40 pokin’ out, that mean it’s kinda tucked
he keep talkin’ ’bout a gun, you need to shut him up
why they keep talkin’ ’bout they fly? y’all some silly ducks
popeye, we don’t open cans, b*tch, we open shots
f*ck n*gga probably mad that he papa doc
but i play with big fifty, gotta pop an opp
on 2one, with a b*tch and she can’t come
think i just saw another murder, n*gga, red rum
d*mn, that was a cold case
n*gga, i could leave a trail and won’t leave no trace
i could press a b*tton on keyboard, it’ll give a sp*ce
when they said he still alive, you should’ve saw my face
n*gga, i just took your b*tch, should’ve saw his face
yeah, i got fifty shots for the dissin’ crew
and my glock squeezable, it shoot forty*two
you is a rapper makin’ songs, you is not the dude
ooh*wee, lil’ b*tch, you is not my boo

- young slo be

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