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click click boom - ysk vandal lyrics

[verse 1: ysk vandal]
brrt, brrt (yuh)
talkin’ all that tough sh*t online, but you never outside (p*ssy)
fn with the drum on the bottom, make your mama cry (boom)
i got youngins that’ll slide for a hundred or even fifty (facts)
don’t do no drive*bys, i’m walkin’ up close so you feel me (b*tch)
trackhawk pushin’ flames out the pipe (skrrt, woo), ridin’ with a mac*10 (cl!ck)
glock with a beam and a drum so fat, that b*tch look pregnant (ha)
i’m strapped on stage, play stupid, you leavin’ with stitches (on god)
hollows hit your chest so hot, they sizzle like chicken (fry that boy)
brrt, brrt, brrt, that’s how we get rowdy (get rowdy)
switch on the stick sound loud like a audi (skrrt)

[verse 2: ysk vandal]
brrt, brrt (ayy)
we spot a opp, aim steady, and pop him, no missin’ the shot (never)
ain’t no mercy in my city, we dump ’til his heartbeat stop (dеad)
i’m in the h*llcat tearin’ thе street, bad b*tch ridin’ top*less (woo)
she don’t get love, just d*ck and wock’, now she on my block list (facts)
every mission, my nerves on fire, hand grippin’ that steel (grip)
cartier flash when i bust it, shine while i k!ll (ice)
day ones turn rats in the dark, now i’m cuttin’ ‘em off (snip)
ain’t no peace in these streets, if you soft you get crossed (p*ssy)
thirty round clip ain’t enough so i double that b*tch (brrt, brrt)
i’m the one who make funeral homes rich (yeah)

- ysk vandal lyrics

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