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lirik lagu still shot – yung sinn

[intro: yung sinn]
huh, yeah, yeah, sinn the menace
huh, yeah, sinn, sinn, we gettin’ it
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas’ ass? 4l sh*t, n*gga
rrrt

[chorus: yung sinn]
yeah, we pullin’ up to that spot and we cleanin’ sh*t, extermination
finna pull up on baby drill, yeah, them young n*ggas over there k!llin’ and takin’
yeah, gen5 with that ass whooping on it, this b*tch leavin’ sh*t vacant
yeah, that yung sinner crazy
my twin finna get out of prison for k!llin’ an opp, got the hood blazin’
frrt, it do not matter the size of the foot, you better step
we settin’ they block on fire, yeah, forensic couldn’t classify them n*ggas’ dеath
i was on that bluestone curb with jeff
wе gon’ take the head off the body itself
he sent a drop, but no one was there
huh, yeah, but we still shot
[verse 1: yung sinn]
boy, you better ask what happened to the last security, he played like a real cop
i got the legit car, but it’s seven spinners behind me in the hotbox
got a hundred guns on the way, they in stock
we gon’ cut ’em out, we put the gang on the opps
we only come for bodies, we don’t care if you throw salt
yeah, my teachers taught me how to draw chalk
he jumped in the street and got shot on the sidewalk
body bag, get ’em gone at no cost
brain thump, tryna look at his thoughts
is you a forrest gump? why is you runnin’ out?
watch how i ricky that boy with this pump
why this ho keep askin’ me where i’m from?
yeah, fn chew like gum
i don’t stand on no block no more, i been done
i just ate some sea moss and grabbed my gun, yeah, like a cracker
these f*ck n*ggas get hung, yeah, savage said keep my dagger
hit him with that— buh, put him on that wheelchair, they couldn’t keep the sinn in them shackles
we whacked that n*ggas, he ain’t have no welfare, he was on it way off that tackle

[chorus: yung sinn]
yeah, we pullin’ up to that spot and we cleanin’ sh*t, extermination
finna pull up on baby drill, yeah, them young n*ggas over there k!llin’ and takin’
yeah, gen5 with that ass whooping on it, this b*tch leavin’ sh*t vacant
yeah, that yung sinner crazy
my twin finna get out of prison for k!llin’ an opp, got the hood blazin’
frrt, it do not matter the size of the foot, you better step
we settin’ they block on fire, yeah, forensic couldn’t classify them n*ggas’ death
i was on that bluestone curb with jeff
we gon’ take the head off the body itself
he sent a drop, but no one was there
huh, yeah, but we still shot
[verse 2: baby drill]
so many shots from the drac’, make a car rock
big boy stick, make him go say his bye*bye
5.56 make a long sleeve car stop
huh, i’m on some other sh*t
huh, can’t catch the k!ller, i’m in the bushes, hop out the cut, get your mama hit
brrt, i hang with them steppers, real deal stomper, name a gang ain’t stepped on yet
huh, n*ggas don’t try, n*ggas don’t die, they can’t survive the smoke
huh, we rockin’ skis in summertime, these b*tches up the score
bank account no freeze, i got zeros, huh, plus commas, ho
huh, ninety degrees in the a, hold up, my wrist, tuh, just made it snow
buy the money, extra crib, this sh*t here could chop a hand
pulled up with a hundred plus a fifty, f*ck ’round on his man
all my opps be p*ssy, i know they b*tches, real life been a fan
upped the murder rate three summers straight, so tell ’em stop comparing

- yung sinn

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