lirik lagu yngx hoodrich – ysb og
[intro]
(triple seven mixtape)
(goth*)
(oh my god)
(goth*)
(goth*)
[verse 1: yngx17]
n*gga, i run this sh*t like russel
got the rock, i ain’t gon’ fumble
i can’t see it if it’s [?]
’cause a n*gga vision’s [?]
[?]
b*tch, i cuddle with these bundles
and i travel with that chop, you know we popping like a bubble
oh you got that telescope, and he higher than a hoe
i’m a demon in the jungle, i’ll serve your f*cking uncle
i got grams for the under, i pop xans, yeah, i love those
i’m smoking on that gumbo [?] dumbo (goth*)
i’m a swag [?]
i’m a side n*gga, stay in friendzone
[?] in the endzone
game over, fall off [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] gеt sliced like kimbo
[?] limbo
[verse 2: kane grocerys]
dumb ass thot, just a bimbo
only care about my gang and my kinfolk
you a lamе ass n*gga, what you here for?
you ain’t getting no money, what you here for?
you b*tch suck my d*ck, i ain’t hit though
but you kiss her on the lips ’cause you love that hoe
[?] stacking money, smoking big dope
sipping drank, got a eight of the dirty mud
you fufu, i ain’t never heard of ya
stick you n*ggas, send the seven team to murder ya
they got k!llers, hustlers, and burglars
come in your crib and shoot your whole flex up
staying on aim, these n*ggas be telling stuff
blow out your brains so won’t be no evidence
[?] dripped like a elephant
don’t do balmain, that sh*t is irrelevant
black shades, my n*ggas is taking sh*t
[?] up on you, b*tch
your b*tch on my d*ck, her man is so sick
counting gucci’s, tryna get a [?]
f*ck her twice and then i forget about it
off the shrooms, and i’m tryna get f*cking higher
my n*ggas fugazi, you soft as m*ffins
get smashed like a pump, man, this .40 is busting
i’m trapping and booming and serving these junkies
my n*ggas is monkeys, they got them bananas
[?] got white like a honkey
n*gga, trip if you want it, i be up in the morning
n*gga, trip if you want it, i be up in the morning
[interlude: kane grocerys]
brr*brr
pick up the phone, n*gga, i’m tryna get some work, man
h*llo?
[verse 3: kane grocerys]
momma said i wouldn’t be sh*t
now look at me, i’m hood rich
cooling with some n*ggas that’s k!lling sh*t and shooting sh*t
cooling with some n*ggas that’s dealing sh*t
run up on me, 17 gon’ let it spit
murk a n*gga dead, no reason
hitting l!cks every day, juggs easy
17, young og, we be going crazy
sipping on that mud, man, it have me feeling lazy
s gang put to sleep, rock a bye baby
[outro]
(triple seven mixtape)
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