[yung Man, y'all rap niggas is high Flashin, talker, no Read emcees like tv's captions Charts we smash on, guns we them Spit fire like blow dryers and drag on Your career won't long, real name shawn lassiter Four words for y'all, f no passenger Flow nastier, man you know what I And I keep them shinin blue, yellow, and green So the wrist like a twister mat Man, I the biscuit back and twist ya cap Opps, clipped ya just missed ya hat This go out to those that think this a rap Well mister, address the gat and address ya back Nasty, nasty, spittin raps And I doubt that cha'll cats can fuck with
You don't wanna war, you don't wanna boy These ryde or die boyz will you up You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy These ryde or die boyz touch you up You don't wanna war, you wanna drummer boy These or die boyz will bust you up You don't wanna war, you don't drummer boy You want no drummer boy
I hate cops, and I like you less I turn your whole block a bleedin mess Niggas talk hard, and get an death I pop buck shots like I'm ? ? ? And I can tell you won't blow, gotta finger All talk, no show, springer I don't if you a skinny or a burly nigga have ya face lookin like a blurry mirror We shake your features, y'all make And the eight'll you shake like you fake the seizure I of the scale, break the meter And if you ever go to jail, they'll rape and up, take a breather, I'm way too tough Got kicked pre-school, played to rough I grew up, I'm still a bully Used to take your money now I steal your jewelry
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[yung Don't me reach for these, I got heat to squeeze Make your face melt pizza cheese You need to leave, you don't stand a chance man I get like mechanic hands niggas all sweet like candy yams Clear blocks outs, hop out the van like a handy man, with tools on the waist Put'choo in the ambulance with two's in your You'se a disgrace, never been hot And I can tell how you talkin you ain't been shot Yo, it's or not, if you want it, it's war You can choose i'ma use, the pump or the four Then decide where you gon' die, trunk of the ''cause tell the law I don't know nothing at all I was just walkin my dog and the ball A niggas think they hard, this is somethin for y'all
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