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back on the block - ytb fatt lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, i got cam on the one*twos, n*gga)
ha, ha

[verse]
huh, all my n*ggas k!llers, we don’t make memes
n*gga, i see you tryna ride with the beef
n*gga, you ain’t my f*ckin’ cousin, you sweet
i’m up two ms, twenty*four, can relax
he got rich and blew money on a b*tch
i see ’em goin’ number one when i walk in the trap
get in these rooms i’m in, you’ll suck a d*ck
these n*ggas ain’t the same as me, get they back beat in for a f*ckin’ plaque
these n*ggas ain’t the same as me, i don’t my fans in my f*ckin’ wax
i been buyin’ new cars and buyin’ new houses after i pay my taxes
i been tellin’ mama fox, she said, “you’re my son” and you respond to that
it’s a cryin’ shame n*ggas just bought switches
cryin’ shame these n*ggas cuffin’ these b*tches
four in a twenty ounce, sippin’ tris
and i have plenty ties ‘fore boston richey (yes)
n*gga, i go off a ‘bow, i be sippin’
choppers, n*gga, don’t go against us (you ball)
been sippin’ belaire with ricky (ross)
my opps’ll tell you i’m the biggest
a n*gga tell a b*tch, man got them 60s
slidin’ through atlanta like it’s memphis
when i touch thirty, i’ll have a billion
but right now, i’m twenty*three with millions
i got bad b*tch on truth and one
fox chain for 8 when he get home
b*tch, i want that p*ssy, i was sippin’ on don
i want four hundred ms, then i’m done, p*ssy
she tryna sack my d*ck like a green bay pack
huh, she tryna sack my bank account like a green bay pack
how many ‘bows you get off a week?
huh, how many n*ggas you shoot a week?
how much drank you pour a week?
how many racks you make a week?
n*ggas can’t stand that i made it
n*gga want you on the bottom, gone forever
rich for real, i done starred in la
for no f*ckin’ reason give my brother a hundred
you ain’t fake that fight, you ain’t never gone out of state
you better give your mama and give your n*gga a hundred (press charges)
the city know how we comin’ (foxes)
wearin’ diamond rings while i’m dumpin’
the police sh*t, i ain’t gettin’ into it
with a f*ckin’ rat, i ain’t gettin’ into it
huh, internet, i ain’t gettin’ into it
place hate, don’t respond to ’em
f*ck it, i let john do it
lol, fake name for my k!ller
f*ck it, i let shawn do it
another fake name for my blitza, p*ssy

- ytb fatt lyrics

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