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lirik lagu add it up – yung tray

[hook]
seen 1 n*gga on the ground 2 bullets in his body
the police on the scene they pr*nounced it as a homi’
4 n*ggas shedding tears they was scarred for the day
’cause they dawg was wearing black but surrounded by yellow tape
i got more than 5 haitians way across the border
[?] quick to crack a slot machine ’bout some quarters
6 n*ggas with me dirty dancing ’round the reaper
double 007 pistol shooting evil people

[verse 1]
8 zoes 2 cars deep we sliding with that iron
where my cuzzo at had to run out with the 9
i couldn’t reject the plan he know i’m all in
they sleeping on me just wait ’til i get to 10
off the porch at age 11 i remember wasn’t no poking
fast forward i was selling with lil’ [?] pistol toting
class clown to a rapper check the words that i had spoken
they know i tell the truth and they don’t treat me like i’m joking
i’m out here with that iron you know it come without the safety
if i’m lying then i’m flying yung tray life they wanna take it
i always knew if i stay focused one day yung tray he could make it
and if i keep it going one day i could be the greatest
i do this for my family ’cause i know they really need me
i’m tryna f*cking blow so they can see me on the tv
just need a couple mill’ and i ain’t in to being greedy
don’t just listen to my rhymes you gotta listen to the meaning
[bridge]
gotta feel the beat and let me shine
plus i’m bringing heat i’m on my grind
growed up in the streets all in the blind
but when i’m on a beat i’m one of a kind

[verse 2]
let me tell you ’bout this sh*t don’t f*ck with people for a reason
them jits weren’t really for me on the real them boys was leeching
tears filled with blood so it ain’t no point in seeing
i snap on every beat you n*ggas do it for a season
i get to vibing in this b*tch but i ain’t playing
i’m charging up hoe you can call me super saiyan
i always knew one day that i could be the man
like sly cooper i finesse you out them bands
thinking how is sh*t gon’ march and all, all through the rainy weather
too much hatred in my hood for all of us to come together
all the struggle that i went through it just made a n*gga better
ain’t looking back no more i’m only looking at the cheddar
i keep that sh*t 1,000 all i know is staying solid
when i step in the room i got all the hoes hollering
i gotta f*cking blow ’cause they don’t see that sh*t in me
and just to let you know i pay attention to the envy
i keep it coming i ain’t playing on your momma
they know yung tray he always down to bring the drama
them lonely nights when i was waiting on a come up
we toting 2 b*tch if you run up gon’ get done up
and if you f*cking smoke then let me know ’cause you could have it
i’m posted in your sh*t i’m running down with the ratchet
no criss angel make you disappear i call it magic
the only jit on the campus that be toting pistol packing
[outro]
gotta feel the beat and let me shine
plus i’m bringing heat i’m on my grind
growed up in the streets all in the blind
but when i’m on a beat i’m one of a kind

- yung tray

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