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glocks and 9s - yrn veezo lyrics

[intro: yrn veezo]
(yo, menace, what the f*ck you cookin’?)
boom, boom, boom
grrt, grrah, grrah, grrah!
yrn sh*t, b*tch
every opp shot, f*ck the other side
drilla trey, what up?

[chorus: yrn veezo]
i got glocks and 9s, we don’t play no games (boom)
run up, dumb b*tch, catch 3 to the brain (bah!)
n*ggas talk tough, but they don’t got aim
i catch me a opp, put that boy in a frame (b*tch!)
clip full of hollows, it’s rippin’ his face
if i spin through your block, better pray, better race (skrrt!)
i ain’t duckin’ no static, i’m boostin’ the rate
and i shoot like a savage, i don’t need no trace (grrah, boom!)

[verse 1: yrn veezo]
b*tch, i’m thirteen with a stick in my hoodie (grrt)
he tried to run, now his back lookin’ mushy (bah!)
you love on that thot, but she suckin’ my woody
we slide in the v and we airin’ his cousin (boom, boom!)
catch a b*tch opp? i’m shootin’ her too
i don’t care what you claim, i’m dumpin’ on you (facts!)
i came from the m, now i live in the zoo
and my gun got a beam, what the f*ck you gon’ do? (grrah!)
he froze up, now he stuck in the view
they was laughin’ before, now they missin’ the crew (b*tch!)
talk on maliq, then i’m up in it fast
put a switch on the glock, make that lil’ n*gga dash (boom!)
[verse 2: drilla trey]
it’s drilla, b*tch, and i’m down for the drill (grrah)
bro said go, so i’m shootin’ to k!ll
trey from the chi, i don’t move with no chill
i put opps in the dirt, now they bones in a field (boom!)
n*ggas be p*ssy, i see it, they frail
he got popped and he told, now he sing like adele (hah!)
i was twelve with a chop in the mail
now i’m thirteen and i’m givin’ ’em h*ll
opps keep talkin’, they all in the sky
they got wings now, sendin’ prayers to god (haha!)
we don’t do threats, we respond with a glock
and we pop out at night, we don’t care ‘bout the cops (boom, boom!)

[chorus: yrn veezo & drilla trey]
i got glocks and 9s, we don’t play no games (grrah)
run up, dumb b*tch, catch 3 to the brain (boom!)
n*ggas talk tough, but they don’t got aim
i catch me a opp, put that boy in a frame
clip full of hollows, it’s rippin’ his face
if i spin through your block, better pray, better race (skrrt!)
i ain’t duckin’ no static, i’m boostin’ the rate
and i shoot like a savage, i don’t need no trace (grrah, grrah, boom!)

[verse 3: yrn veezo & drilla trey]
(yrn veezo)
i slide with a mask and a bl!ck with extensions
shot through his t**th, now he need new dentures (boom!)
ops love talkin’, they die for attention
we hop out the whip, no words, just tension (grrah!)
(drilla trey)
we don’t do no back*and*forth on the net
we pull up in person and empty the tech (boom!)
he beggin’ and cryin’, he dyin’ in sweat
that’s what you get when you sendin’ a threat
(both)
b*tch, we demons, don’t need no crew
glocks and 9s, what the f*ck you gon’ do? (bah, bah!)
ops in the air and we smokin’ ’em too
and your b*tch gettin’ lined if she f*ck with the dudes (grrah!)
[outro: drilla trey & yrn veezo]
every opp shot, b*tch
suck my f*ckin’ d*ck
yrn sh*t, drilla trey
you get stepped on
glocks and 9s in the function
boom, boom, boom!
f*ck outta here

- yrn veezo lyrics

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